Bad/Worst Hotel Stories
Like the title states.
I'll let you know mine in the morning, if we make it. Give me something to read while I try to pass the time .
I'll let you know mine in the morning, if we make it. Give me something to read while I try to pass the time .
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Cinder block walks, threadbare carpeting that barely concealed unspeakable stains. Drunk guy kicking the door in and slamming into the room looking for his "cheating whore wife." Him puking on the floor when he didn't find her but before he expressed concern about having burst into the wrong room altogether. Two rats an hour later, one of them actually on my bed. Roaches and ants under my buddy's.
I'll never pay $9.99 for a crash pad again.
The closest thing I can think of, was I stayed at a motel this summer. Room was nice, but the outside of the room was covered in these really big black flying bugs. They were everywhere, and it was gross. It wasn't the hotel's fault though, it was just that time of year. They were all over town.
Also, it was the beginning of fishing season and I was in the heart of fishing country, which meant a lot of late-night drunken parties.
Hopefully your story isn't as bad, at least you got a room .
Terrified I looked around and didn't see anyone, so I did my best to tell myself I would be fine. Tried to close the door but it wouldn't stay closed and the locking mechanism was busted. I put the chain up and went to bed, hoping I woke up the next morning.
I was never heard from again. Some say I'm still haunting that hotel.
Side note: went to the NFL draft in Chicago a couple months ago. Buddy went to sleep. I stayed up to watch game of thrones. contacts out and blind as a bat for distance. Hes snoring up a storm and all of the sudden a light comes on. i look up and a dude is standing at the end of my bed. Holy shit, so i couldnt see (blind) but waved to the guy as is i didnt know if it was an employee or what. Weird interaction occurs and he leaves after telling me my door was ajar. It wasn't. Supposedly the most haunted hotel in Chicago but I think it was an employee looking to steal shit. Thank god as he was right by my wallet and wedding ring. Nothing harmed or lost but scary shit! Still no idea and the management gave zero fucks. ridiculous.
I would shit my pants if I saw a dude just standing at the foot of my bed.
No bad stories for me. Lucky I guess.
Eh, I've been in some mediocre hotels, but nothing crazy. I doubt anything I have to say is going to hold a candle to whatever other horror stories emerge here. The most I have is majorly unclean rooms and an ant infestation - It was fun to watch ants march up to a cookie I left on the desk and take pieces back to wherever.
We were offered Chocolate Chip Cookies for the inconvience.
0/5 stars.
The worst one I can think of was in Vegas...it was a tiny motel (I can't remember the name) on/really close to the strip. The bed was uncomfortable, the sheets didn't feel "clean" and the room smelled...bad. But it was the only place we could afford and took animals. It wasn't horrible but...I'd never go there again.
When we arrived at the house, it was exactly like the movie 'the strangers' (if you don't know it, look it up): dark, desolate, wooded, single light attached to the garage outside just to show me there is nobody to help you if you are being murdered. Trying not to spook my wife, I stayed silent about it. I unpacked the car and we looked around on the main floor. There are windows around the entire house but not one blind or shade. Did I mention this was our honeymoon?...Anyhoo, we decided we would see if there was a room in the basement we could sleep in. We walked down the stairs and first see an unfinished washroom with an odd assortment of tools layed out on a work bench: hammer, pliars, hacksaw, wierd looking sickle thing. Literally the tools necessary to torcher and mutilate somebody. The next room we enter has clown stuff EVERYWHERE! Clown pictures, clown telephone, clown clock. Trying to keep myself from wetting my pants, I'm like: 'looks like no room down here, better go upstairs'.
We settle down in the bedroom upstairs. I have every lamp on in the building; no shades over any windows; also tv doesn't even work in this dump. I'm laying on my side and stairing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 midnight, the power to the entire house shuts off. At this moment, I am terrified. I am unarmed and going to be murdered. We throw on our clothes and book it to the car. We drove to the nearest hotel and spent the night. We got up early with very little sleep, packed up our stuff from the house and came home. I went 90 mph the entire way back just wanting to forget about it all. The agent wouldn't refund a dime. $1100 for the vacation home, $70 for the hotel, three full tanks of gas, and 22 hours of driving.
Also a side note: my a/c compressor stopped working on my car halfway back and we were stuck in stand-still traffic next to a visible tornado near des moines...
We were young and money was a little tight when the wife and I got married but we still wanted to go on a honeymoon. After days of thorough researching and deliberation, we decided to rent a vacation home for a week on a lake in northern wisconsin through a local rental agency. I reserved the house months in advance and had to put half down to do so and then pay the rest a week before arriving. When paying the other half, the agent tells me I have to pay a maintenance fee which means she lied when I first spoke to her because I specifically asked if there would be one and she replied 'absolutely not'. I paid it since it was too late to schedule something else. The agent tells me if I arrive after hours, the keys and directions to the house will be in the mail box of the business. After 12 hours of driving, we arrive at the agency address listed on their website. It is a vacant building. After a couple hours of asking every establishment I come across if they know where the agency can be found, the manager of the local dairy queen is able to point me to the new location that my agent never revealed to me.
When we arrived at the house, it was exactly like the movie 'the strangers' (if you don't know it, look it up): dark, desolate, wooded, single light attached to the garage outside just to show me there is nobody to help you if you are being murdered. Trying not to spook my wife, I stayed silent about it. I unpacked the car and we looked around on the main floor. There are windows around the entire house but not one blind or shade. Did I mention this was our honeymoon?...Anyhoo, we decided we would see if there was a room in the basement we could sleep in. We walked down the stairs and first see an unfinished washroom with an odd assortment of tools layed out on a work bench: hammer, pliars, hacksaw, wierd looking sickle thing. Literally the tools necessary to torcher and mutilate somebody. The next room we enter has clown stuff EVERYWHERE! Clown pictures, clown telephone, clown clock. Trying to keep myself from wetting my pants, I'm like: 'looks like no room down here, better go upstairs'.
We settle down in the bedroom upstairs. I have every lamp on in the building; no shades over any windows; also tv doesn't even work in this dump. I'm laying on my side and stairing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 midnight, the power to the entire house shuts off. At this moment, I am terrified. I am unarmed and going to be murdered. We throw on our clothes and book it to the car. We drove to the nearest hotel and spent the night. We got up early with very little sleep, packed up our stuff from the house and came home. I went 90 mph the entire way back just wanting to forget about it all. The agent wouldn't refund a dime. $1100 for the vacation home, $70 for the hotel, three full tanks of gas, and 22 hours of driving.
Also a side note: my a/c compressor stopped working on my car halfway back and we were stuck in stand-still traffic next to a visible tornado near des moines...
You could make a movie out of this.
Like the title states. I'll let you know mine in the morning, if we make it. Give me something to read while I try to pass the time .
Best cliffhanger opening post ever...
I dont think they made it guys.
Don't really have a bad experience. Closest I could say was one motel in the middle of nowhere on the Navajo Nation near Four Corners. Wasn't bad or anything, just incredibly quaint.
We were young and money was a little tight when the wife and I got married but we still wanted to go on a honeymoon. After days of thorough researching and deliberation, we decided to rent a vacation home for a week on a lake in northern wisconsin through a local rental agency. I reserved the house months in advance and had to put half down to do so and then pay the rest a week before arriving. When paying the other half, the agent tells me I have to pay a maintenance fee which means she lied when I first spoke to her because I specifically asked if there would be one and she replied 'absolutely not'. I paid it since it was too late to schedule something else. The agent tells me if I arrive after hours, the keys and directions to the house will be in the mail box of the business. After 12 hours of driving, we arrive at the agency address listed on their website. It is a vacant building. After a couple hours of asking every establishment I come across if they know where the agency can be found, the manager of the local dairy queen is able to point me to the new location that my agent never revealed to me.
When we arrived at the house, it was exactly like the movie 'the strangers' (if you don't know it, look it up): dark, desolate, wooded, single light attached to the garage outside just to show me there is nobody to help you if you are being murdered. Trying not to spook my wife, I stayed silent about it. I unpacked the car and we looked around on the main floor. There are windows around the entire house but not one blind or shade. Did I mention this was our honeymoon?...Anyhoo, we decided we would see if there was a room in the basement we could sleep in. We walked down the stairs and first see an unfinished washroom with an odd assortment of tools layed out on a work bench: hammer, pliars, hacksaw, wierd looking sickle thing. Literally the tools necessary to torcher and mutilate somebody. The next room we enter has clown stuff EVERYWHERE! Clown pictures, clown telephone, clown clock. Trying to keep myself from wetting my pants, I'm like: 'looks like no room down here, better go upstairs'.
We settle down in the bedroom upstairs. I have every lamp on in the building; no shades over any windows; also tv doesn't even work in this dump. I'm laying on my side and stairing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 midnight, the power to the entire house shuts off. At this moment, I am terrified. I am unarmed and going to be murdered. We throw on our clothes and book it to the car. We drove to the nearest hotel and spent the night. We got up early with very little sleep, packed up our stuff from the house and came home. I went 90 mph the entire way back just wanting to forget about it all. The agent wouldn't refund a dime. $1100 for the vacation home, $70 for the hotel, three full tanks of gas, and 22 hours of driving.
Also a side note: my a/c compressor stopped working on my car halfway back and we were stuck in stand-still traffic next to a visible tornado near des moines...
You could make a movie out of this.
Seriously... stuff straight out of nightmares. Eesh... at least you both made it out alive!
We were young and money was a little tight when the wife and I got married but we still wanted to go on a honeymoon. After days of thorough researching and deliberation, we decided to rent a vacation home for a week on a lake in northern wisconsin through a local rental agency. I reserved the house months in advance and had to put half down to do so and then pay the rest a week before arriving. When paying the other half, the agent tells me I have to pay a maintenance fee which means she lied when I first spoke to her because I specifically asked if there would be one and she replied 'absolutely not'. I paid it since it was too late to schedule something else. The agent tells me if I arrive after hours, the keys and directions to the house will be in the mail box of the business. After 12 hours of driving, we arrive at the agency address listed on their website. It is a vacant building. After a couple hours of asking every establishment I come across if they know where the agency can be found, the manager of the local dairy queen is able to point me to the new location that my agent never revealed to me.
When we arrived at the house, it was exactly like the movie 'the strangers' (if you don't know it, look it up): dark, desolate, wooded, single light attached to the garage outside just to show me there is nobody to help you if you are being murdered. Trying not to spook my wife, I stayed silent about it. I unpacked the car and we looked around on the main floor. There are windows around the entire house but not one blind or shade. Did I mention this was our honeymoon?...Anyhoo, we decided we would see if there was a room in the basement we could sleep in. We walked down the stairs and first see an unfinished washroom with an odd assortment of tools layed out on a work bench: hammer, pliars, hacksaw, wierd looking sickle thing. Literally the tools necessary to torcher and mutilate somebody. The next room we enter has clown stuff EVERYWHERE! Clown pictures, clown telephone, clown clock. Trying to keep myself from wetting my pants, I'm like: 'looks like no room down here, better go upstairs'.
We settle down in the bedroom upstairs. I have every lamp on in the building; no shades over any windows; also tv doesn't even work in this dump. I'm laying on my side and stairing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 midnight, the power to the entire house shuts off. At this moment, I am terrified. I am unarmed and going to be murdered. We throw on our clothes and book it to the car. We drove to the nearest hotel and spent the night. We got up early with very little sleep, packed up our stuff from the house and came home. I went 90 mph the entire way back just wanting to forget about it all. The agent wouldn't refund a dime. $1100 for the vacation home, $70 for the hotel, three full tanks of gas, and 22 hours of driving.
Also a side note: my a/c compressor stopped working on my car halfway back and we were stuck in stand-still traffic next to a visible tornado near des moines...
We were young and money was a little tight when the wife and I got married but we still wanted to go on a honeymoon. After days of thorough researching and deliberation, we decided to rent a vacation home for a week on a lake in northern wisconsin through a local rental agency. I reserved the house months in advance and had to put half down to do so and then pay the rest a week before arriving. When paying the other half, the agent tells me I have to pay a maintenance fee which means she lied when I first spoke to her because I specifically asked if there would be one and she replied 'absolutely not'. I paid it since it was too late to schedule something else. The agent tells me if I arrive after hours, the keys and directions to the house will be in the mail box of the business. After 12 hours of driving, we arrive at the agency address listed on their website. It is a vacant building. After a couple hours of asking every establishment I come across if they know where the agency can be found, the manager of the local dairy queen is able to point me to the new location that my agent never revealed to me.
When we arrived at the house, it was exactly like the movie 'the strangers' (if you don't know it, look it up): dark, desolate, wooded, single light attached to the garage outside just to show me there is nobody to help you if you are being murdered. Trying not to spook my wife, I stayed silent about it. I unpacked the car and we looked around on the main floor. There are windows around the entire house but not one blind or shade. Did I mention this was our honeymoon?...Anyhoo, we decided we would see if there was a room in the basement we could sleep in. We walked down the stairs and first see an unfinished washroom with an odd assortment of tools layed out on a work bench: hammer, pliars, hacksaw, wierd looking sickle thing. Literally the tools necessary to torcher and mutilate somebody. The next room we enter has clown stuff EVERYWHERE! Clown pictures, clown telephone, clown clock. Trying to keep myself from wetting my pants, I'm like: 'looks like no room down here, better go upstairs'.
We settle down in the bedroom upstairs. I have every lamp on in the building; no shades over any windows; also tv doesn't even work in this dump. I'm laying on my side and stairing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 midnight, the power to the entire house shuts off. At this moment, I am terrified. I am unarmed and going to be murdered. We throw on our clothes and book it to the car. We drove to the nearest hotel and spent the night. We got up early with very little sleep, packed up our stuff from the house and came home. I went 90 mph the entire way back just wanting to forget about it all. The agent wouldn't refund a dime. $1100 for the vacation home, $70 for the hotel, three full tanks of gas, and 22 hours of driving.
Also a side note: my a/c compressor stopped working on my car halfway back and we were stuck in stand-still traffic next to a visible tornado near des moines...
You could make a movie out of this.
Seriously... stuff straight out of nightmares. Eesh... at least you both made it out alive!
Haha. Agreed. When I saw this topic, I had to share it. If anybody wanted to take an upper-decker at a northern wisconsin vacation rental agency's restroom, it would be greatly appreciated...
Alive! If you're at the Long Island Retro Expo today I'll regale you with tales. Everyone else has to wait . Come see games, play the AVS!
Wow, this guy really knows how to build up the suspense! It's been a month and I'm still on the edge of my seat anticipating
When I was coming up to visit you earlier in the year, I found a really cheap place outside of Nashville to sleep after the first leg of my journey. It was pouring out and when I got to my room the door was wide open.
Terrified I looked around and didn't see anyone, so I did my best to tell myself I would be fine. Tried to close the door but it wouldn't stay closed and the locking mechanism was busted. I put the chain up and went to bed, hoping I woke up the next morning.
I was never heard from again. Some say I'm still haunting that hotel.
I had this happen to me. My now wife lived a ways away back then, so to see her, we'd meet half-way on weekends. And then I did 1099 IT work for a few years, so I was always driving. Anyways, the door latch was broke and would open with a good push. This was a motel (Door to the outside), so when I got into the room, I kept calling myself a panicked wussy, but I still checked behind the shower curtain to make sure there was no one in there.
2. My girlfriend booked a night at a hotel for us somewhere, I don't remember why we were there. Without telling me she upgraded the room so when I got the counter to check in, the guy says to me, "Here is your key, you're in the honeymoon suite." I was like, "Wait, what?" We get to our suite and between the hallway, the entrance and our room, there were 3 different colours of carpet all in a row. It's like they patched it with any other colour they could find. As soon as we walked into the room the first thing we saw in the entrance where you take off your shoes was the shower, right there by itself in the open. No sink, no toilet, just a shower with a glass door. Then there was the bed with a fireplace, television and a huge hot tub but the window was open and it was the peak of winter. I tried shutting it but the window was busted, it wouldn't close so we just had to turn the heat up. My girlfriend thought it would be romantic to put bubble bath in the hot tub but after about 5 minutes the jets caused it to soap up 10 times its normal soapiness and we were literally trying to part the soap to see each other because it was well over our heads at this point. We had to bail on the hot tub and when we got out the suds had taken over the room and it was like some sort of soap dance club, the place was full of soapy suds. We shut off the hot tub but I imagine the next time it got turned on it probably filled the room with suds again, we never got charged for any sort of soap damage. It was a hilarious night with a great story to tell friends.
Alive! If you're at the Long Island Retro Expo today I'll regale you with tales. Everyone else has to wait . Come see games, play the AVS!
How much longer do we have to wait? This has been nagging the back of my head for four months
Alive! If you're at the Long Island Retro Expo today I'll regale you with tales. Everyone else has to wait . Come see games, play the AVS!
How much longer do we have to wait? This has been nagging the back of my head for four months
I checked into this thread having seen it bumped expecting to see the follow up as well!
Well, it looks like they copied it back to me in their reply, so here it is! I even left out things like the blood stains on the mattress (under the plastic covering, my wife was checking for bed bugs). It also does not communicate all of the feelings, fears, and insecurity that lasted all night. I can't say that I am going back to Long Island any time soon, or staying in any sort of local "inn" if I can help it!
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"Let me first state that the staff was extremely kind. They were clearly doing all that they could to turn this place around. The room was very clean, and bleach had been used in large quantities. The parking lot was under flood lights all night too.
That being said, this place was basically a hooker hotel, probably a carry over from the previous owners. It was pretty clear that a number of people were more or less permanently living or "conducting business" on the property. Did not feel safe for a minute, and was awake most of the night for that and other reasons. Those flood lights come in handy for checking on your vehicle through the peep hole. We booked two nights, but took the loss and stayed somewhere else the second night. The work that the new owners are putting into the place is commendable, but that only went so far. A/C units were great, no breakfast or other amenities of any kind."
When I was coming up to visit you earlier in the year, I found a really cheap place outside of Nashville to sleep after the first leg of my journey. It was pouring out and when I got to my room the door was wide open.
Terrified I looked around and didn't see anyone, so I did my best to tell myself I would be fine. Tried to close the door but it wouldn't stay closed and the locking mechanism was busted. I put the chain up and went to bed, hoping I woke up the next morning.
I was never heard from again. Some say I'm still haunting that hotel.
I had this happen to me. My now wife lived a ways away back then, so to see her, we'd meet half-way on weekends. And then I did 1099 IT work for a few years, so I was always driving. Anyways, the door latch was broke and would open with a good push. This was a motel (Door to the outside), so when I got into the room, I kept calling myself a panicked wussy, but I still checked behind the shower curtain to make sure there was no one in there.
and were you ever heard from again?