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Business travelers, recreational travelers, novice travelers, professional travelers, space travelers…they’ve all experienced at least once, the thrill of checking into a hotel room and seeing a slightly bleached but still clearly defined vomit puddle near the bathroom door. Or a speck of blood on the shower tile. Maybe the random collection of short curly hair behind the door. Possibly a Rorschach test pattern of white droplets and splatter on the sofa. Finally there’s a place to share these images without the social media stigma you might get from your children, parents or spiritual advisor who would look askance and ask “What the hell is wrong with you?” followed by “What kind of dumps do you stay in? Are you really that cheap?” At hotelnightmares.com we know that filth doesn’t operate by a star system and that nice hotels are just as likely to have a dookie stain on the bed spread as that joint your boss put you in near the New Orleans airport last week. So share, stare…we don’t care. It’s all about the ish at hotelnightmares.com
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Another Great Moment In Ceiling Leakage
From a guy doing a cross country trip to North Dakota to South Dakota via Utah.
When Room Service Marinara Attacks
A blood splotch on bedding at a Super 8 in South Dakota.
Room With A View
I genuinely felt sorry for myself because of the pit of a room that I was assigned...until I opened the drapes and saw the guy living next to me.
An OCD Nightmare In Porcelain
I don't have issues with "order" and things having to be just "right" and aligned, but I focus grouped this on my OCD friends and it freaked them the bleep out. At the Four Point Sheraton at O'Hare.
The Skeeziest Hotel Carpet Ever
Yellow. Red. White. Brown. Every possible body fluid or excretion is covered outside the 7th floor elevator at the Four Point O'Hare
Satans Gravy
I'll be honest: I've never been a fan of biscuits and gravy. But this grease frappe at a non-chain hotel breakfast area in Indiana would have sent Oliver Twist running away screaming and flailing his skinny little orphan arms.


