Random Creepiest Things People Seen In Hotel Rooms (24 items)

• (#14) The Holiday Inn

  From a former Redditor:

  I worked at a Holiday Inn years ago and only can recall a few weird cases.  

  One was that every now and then we would get complaints that a young girl was screaming in the pool area. When checking it out, you would find that nobody was around... Management reported that a young girl drowned in the pool years earlier.  

  One night, I was working the front desk and received a call from a room complaining that the room above them was stomping around and being noisy. Nobody was checked into that room and nobody was there when I checked it out... Guess a wife killed her husband in the room. Also, after the murder, the room was turned into storage, and despite it being empty, the front desk would get random calls from that room.  

  I'm sure all of it is explainable, but sh*t was weird to me.

   
• (#19) Hidden Pentagram

  From a former Redditor:

  One of the hotels I work at was changing their room layouts, and when they moved a bed they found a red pentagram painted (I hope) on the carpet beneath it. Nobody could figure out how long it could've been there. Not too crazy, really, but a little weird.
• (#9) The Shadowed Figure

  From Redditor /u/Mythrin:

  I used to work in my aunt and uncle's hotel in a Scottish village about twelve years ago, and the freakiest sh*t that happened to me was one night when I was sleeping in the staff quarters and heard a banging noise from along the corridor. This was about 3 am after most of the staff had gone to bed. I got up to go and tell whoever was coming in late to shut the f*ck up so I could go back to sleep, but the corridor was empty. Well-lit, I have to add, this is key. 

  So I walk down the end of the corridor to see if it's folk coming up the stairs drunk or whatever. I look down to see a figure stomping up the stairs. The only way I can describe it is as though a shadow of a person was solid. There were no features on the face or clothes on its body. Imagine someone in a black morph suit walking along but you could see things through them.  

  I turned and ran back to my room and shut the door. I could still hear the stomping for some time, and I don't think I got a wink of sleep at all that night. I didn't leave my room until the sun was shining through my window. I asked a few of the other staff if they heard the banging the night before, but nobody else had, and like f*ck was I gonna mention seeing shadow men coming up the stairs at 3 am.

   
• (#5) Overdose At The Bar

  From Redditor /u/ArtyTheAntelope:

  Hotel bartender here. Started a few months ago at a more upscale place. It was a quiet evening and a distraught-looking guy came to the bar and ordered a shot and a beer. I was catching some f*cked-up vibes. 

  To lighten the mood, I tried to drum up some light-hearted conversation. He tried to talk but couldn't. So I asked him if everything was alright. 

  He said no. I asked, "What's wrong. Anything I can do to help? How about a plate of some food? On the house, buddy."

  He declined, proceeded to tell me the escort he hired slit her wrists and is dead in his room's bathtub.  

  I jumped back and was like, holy sh*t, I'm calling 911. After calling 911, I ran back to the bar to find the man slumped on the bar, not moving. I run over to check on him, and his pulse is weak and he is pale and cold. 

  After, the police and medics arrived and cleaned up the mess. Dead [woman] and dead depressed business man. There was [a] note found in the room by another guest a few days later (yup, a few days) that said he wanted to feel a woman's touch one more time before overdosing on something that killed him at my bar. 

  F*cked up. I got a week off work to deal with it, and was shocked when I came back to find everything normal, like nothing happened.

   
• (#1) Let's Call Him Mr. M

  From Redditor /u/voteforbetti31:

  Not me specifically, but my mother used to work at a hotel in Washington, DC back in the 90s as a housekeeper/maid. She needed money because she was a refugee from Vietnam. Even though she didn't know much English at the time, she knew enough to get by at her job and all the other staff and hotel guests loved her because of how sweet she was. Because of this, any time high-profile guests (such as the Backstreet Boys) would stay at the hotel, the manager always sent my mom to clean the room since she was good at it.  

  Anyway, one day, a guest came. We'll refer to him as Mr. M because I don't know his real name. He checked in to their most expensive suite. As usual, the manager told my mom to take care of his room. As she got there, there was a 'Do Not Disturb' sign, so she told the manager she would come back later. What was weird was that no one was ever allowed in his room. The man stayed there for over a month, and not one time did he let staff come in to clean. However, he paid a lot and he gave a warm welcome every time he passed a staff member/housekeeper, so no one paid him any attention.

  Then one day, people didn't see him anymore, so they assumed he checked out, even though the receptionist had no account of this. Since it had been so long since the room was cleaned and the 'Do Not Disturb' sign wasn't on the door anymore, the manager told my mom to go check it out and try to clean up what she could. As she got to the floor and unlocked the door to the room, a disturbing smell hit her. She couldn't figure out what it was, but she continued to survey the room, which was disgustingly messy. Her words were that 'it looked like someone had thrown a rave,' even though no other guests seemed to have ever gone into the room besides Mr. M.

  It had looked like Mr. M had deserted the place without telling anyone. My mom was still shocked by the smell, so she tried to track it down. As she followed the smell, she could tell it was coming from the hotel room closet. When she opened the closet, there was nothing but a cardboard box on the ground from which the smell was resonating.

  My mother's first instinct was to open the box to see what it was and clean/throw it out. When she opened the box, what she saw scarred her to this day. It was the rotting/decomposing head of a young woman, chopped off. My mother immediately screamed and got out of there, where she fainted in the elevator.

  Once she woke up, cops were everywhere and the hotel was like a CSI scene. The manager told her that Mr. M wasn't his real name and he used a fake credit card to check in. The head of the woman was identified to be like a call girl/prostitute-type person. I don't know much more or any nitty gritty details, but I'm sure one can look it up on the Internet for more information. Needless to say, my mom quit that day.
• (#16) Somebody's Watching Me

  From Redditor /u/huphelmeyer:

  I was typing up an email to a customer and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it for a moment, and kept working. Then it sunk in: It was a f*cking person just staring at me through the window.

  As I turned my head, they slowly walked out of my view towards the parking lot. So I hauled ass outside to confront them, and they were gone. Not a soul in sight for miles. I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched the rest of the night.

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