Julian battling the beast.
We tried like hell to go to bed early, but the beef was on top of us. We were both in pain, cold sweats. And the motel was haunted, the scene of a recent murder. Sometime around 2am the door banged open and the sound of high heels clattering on pavement and cackling women floated into the room.
From the Caddis Fly Klick writeup.