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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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Hopefully It Wasn’t Really Critical
This is a first: a pill left behind by a previous guest. At an airport hotel in the Twin Cities. The pill was flushed after a lot of contemplation. It was Saturday night. I was bored. What the heck?
Don’t Look Up…We Warned You
From a flight attendant at a Radisson: I was walking to go warm my food up in communal lobby microwave because we get no micros in rooms. I felt something drip onto the hand I was holding my food in. I looked up and saw this.
Hotel Makeovers That Never Quite Caught Everything
From a business traveler at an aging hotel in the Southwest that has undergone a massive makeover, historical pieces and art, nifty neon...but they missed the carpets. A DNA frappe' next to a bed where someone was, for a moment, REALLY happy.
I Think Someone Sneezed
But luckily the lampshade was there to protect the lightbulb. At the Hilton/Nagoya
Flight Attendant Shower Surprise (done for the Google search)
From a member of the community of winged warriors who get us their safely, with a smile and a bag of snack mix, all the while fighting the urge to throttle the bitch in 5A who keeps ringing the call button and asking "Oh...miss....". At a Comfort Inn in Madison. I...
See, Ling?
From a Wingate by Wyndham in Tuscaloosa, AL. Someone upstairs left the sink running.


