I imagine who was ever strapped down to this ironing board and tortured, spilled his guts and ratted out everyone he’s ever met: Months ago when I was asked to emcee the film festival in Sutter Creek. I decided to book a room so I would not have to drive back[…]
Just enough to get a DNA match to link the previous guest to a string of homicides in Utah
Someone was leaking in a non-chain hotel in Ohio.
A blood splotch on bedding at a Super 8 in South Dakota.
Brownish, reddish stains and patterns on a hotel drape in DC, submitted by a frequent business traveler in town for meetings.
Just a tiny amount of blood or maybe even a scab, in a hotel bathtub in Louisiana, disintegrating down to little comet trails of dried plasma. It’s minute but do you want that in the tub when you run a bath after a long day?
There’s some stuff that can be missed, but to change the linens and replace a pillow case with one from a nose-bleeding hemophiliac is kind of amazing. From a hotel adjacent to a nightclub on New Years Eve 2015.
Just like in “Silence Of The Lambs”, I’ve dispatched a housekeeper to the floor above mine to put a bullet in his leg to see if he’s alive. At an O’Hare property.
A couple of bloody fingerprints on a mattress at a Sandman Hotel in Canada.
Some apparently fresh blood dripping over the edge of a nightstand at a small town chain hotel in the Midwest.