TwitLit 5. It's called 'Get Stuffed' or 'Why Certain Parts of Wales Aren't Ideal For a Romantic Bank Holiday Weekend' (another adaptation).

A story in 10 chapters, 140 characters each

Bank holiday and Peter had splashed out on a romantic break. Okay, it was mid-Wales. But the hotel? Highly recommended. On the internet.

‘It’s a long way, isn’t it?’ said Janet unhelpfully, seven hours into the drive. ‘And it’s getting dark.’

‘When did you elect yourself Girlfriend Who States the Bleeding Obvious? snapped Pete because he was worried too. Wales isn’t safe after dark.

The hotel was more a house. The house was more a shack on the outskirts of a remote village. An owl hooted as Pete rang the bell.

The woman who answered eyed them suspiciously with her one eye. ‘Hotel Panoramic?’ said Pete. ‘You’ll do nicely,’ said the woman. ‘Come in’.

‘Where did you find this place?’ hissed Janet as they followed the women down the hall. She hadn’t even noticed the animals yet.

‘Are these all real?’ asked Pete. ‘Taxidermy’s my hobby,’ said the old woman, playing with the soft hair on her chin. ‘Cup of tea, my dears?’

She left them in the front room which was stuffed with stuffed animals. An eagle, rabbits, a mournful badger. Janet, a vegetarian, shivered.

‘Matter of fact,’ said the woman, pouring the tea, ‘I’m about to start my most ambitious work yet.’ ‘Oh,’ said Pete politely. ‘What is it?’

 ‘It’s called Adam & Eve,’ she replied, her one eye surveying her subjects. Janet grimaced. The tea was very bitter. ‘More sugar, my dears?

The end.