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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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All In All, It’s Another Hole In The Wall
From a traveler in Chattanooga for a family event and staying at a property that ends in "Inn". Based on the circumference and the general neighborhood, he thinks someone popped a cap(TM).
Moldy Hairdryers
From a flight attendant on layover in New York City, the Captain from the crew found a giant cockroach on the ceiling of his room.
I Think That’s Called “Brackish”
From a Holiday Inn brand in northwest Mississippi. The guest was informed on arrival that all of the water in town was brown because of cypress tree roots, but that it was fine to drink...as they loaded her up on bottled water.
They Went Straight To Plan B
Most people never look under the cover sheet. No less the mattress. No less, the cover that covers the box spring where this gem was discovered at a Laguardia hotel. Package was facing down but flipped for the photo. I get the sense the pill was taken and then the...
New Meaning To “What An Ass Wipe!”
Lovely. I spend a day in a tube with a senior crew member who needed to tell me her medical history going back to the era of the Wright Brothers, and then I slam, click and lock and find this wash cloth specimen. How do you MISS this? I'm going to tack it to the door...
That’s Reassuring
I once saw a sign outside a hotel elevator in Sao Paulo that said "Please insure that the elevator has arrived when the door opens". Signs like this are never posted unless at least once, the elevator wasn't and someone texting on their phone stepped into the abyss.