About a month or so before we enlisted, I took a friend to Seattle to go see the Emerald City Comic Con. Since I was footing the bill for the trip, and trying to keep it on the cheap, I got a room at a cheap local motel, by the airport.
The first night we were there, I recall sleeping in my bed, and waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I laid back down to go to sleep, I heard moaning sounds coming from next door. I figured it was just some couple shacking up, and thought nothing more of it as I tried to go back to sleep. The, I heard the sound of duct tape being stretched. I didn't know what to think of that, and spent a good portion of rest of the night wondering if there was a kidnap victim next door or if they were just a kinky couple. The thought still plagues me today.