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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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“Sybil, room for 18”
God bless the silly people.
The Friendly And Stupid Skies
From a frequent contributer who is a flight attendant and over the holiday weekend got to use a Thermal Containment Bag for the first time. Obviously, fires on aircraft are, well, bad and these bags will smother and extinguish smoldering objects. Like a red hot vaping...
Critters!
From a hotel guest in Minnesota, in town for his niece's grad party and this was stuck on the door to the parking lot.
Great….Toenail Clippings!
Hampton Inn's are usually our go to place to stay when we travel. The price is good, the rooms are clean, the service is excellent....not this time. The phone cord was broken, the mini fridge basically fell out of its cabinet hole anytime we opened the door, but...
One Of The Weirder Things Ever Left Behind In A Hotel
Some big ass eye lashes found by a flight attendant on layover in Tulsa.
Maybe It Was Supposed To Go The Other Way?
From a sharp eyed Radio personality named Boomer (possibly a pseudonym) who noticed that the latch was installed backwards.


