USER: describe helen and frank's relationship: "I'm exhausted," Helen said, lying down on her mattress. "Same here," Frank replied. "Thank god this room looks better than the rest of the hotel." Pulling her blanket over herself, Helen tried falling asleep. She just couldn't shake the suspicion that something was odd. Checking into the hotel, the attendant seemed a bit too eager. Her smile, however, couldn't hide her trembling hands. Despite being in a busy downtown area, the hotel lobby was strangely quiet. I'm overthinking this. Maybe I'm just too exhausted. Helen's thoughts turned to Frank. Their honeymoon has been amazing. Walking on the beach holding hands was romantic. Sitting down, watching the sunset, the ocean waves coming and going. I want this forever. Knock, knock. Who could that be? Helen slowly got out from under her blanket and quietly walked toward the door to not wake up Frank. As she approached, she had a strange feeling in her stomach. Why was the attendant's hand trembling? She looked through the peephole and saw...high heels. White heels, polished, and new. However, they had a luminescent glow around them, almost...see through. Helen couldn't see anyone around and didn't know who knocked. She wanted to wake Frank for protection, but he was sound asleep. Helen picked up the courage to open the door. Her breath shortened. Her hands trembled to the lock and slowly descended to the knob. Creak. Helen looked left, her face statuesque, and then right down the hallwa...