This article features experiences of some hotel staffs who have experienced some unnatural and creepy things at their work. Experience these amazing stories in the words of the person who have experienced it.
“Excuse me for not being an amazing storyteller, but this is definitely a true story. Not me specifically, but my mother used to work at a hotel in Washington D.C. back in the 90s as a housekeeper/maid. She needed money because she was a refugee from Vietnam. Even though she didn’t know much English at the time, she knew enough to get by at her job and all the other staff and hotel guests loved her because of how sweet she was. Because of this, anytime high profile guests (such as the Backstreet Boys) would stay at the hotel, the manager always sent my mom to clean the room since she was good at it.
“Anyway, one day, a guest came. We’ll refer to him as Mr. M because I don’t know his real name. He checked in to their most expensive suite. As usual, the manager told my mom to take care of his room. As she got there, there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign, so she told the manager she would come back later. What was weird was that no one was ever allowed in his room. The man stayed there for over a month, and not one time did he let a staff come in to clean. However, he paid a lot and he gave a warm welcome every time he passed a staff member/housekeeper, so no one payed him any attention. Then one day, people didn’t see him anymore, so they assumed he checked out, even though the receptionist had no account of this. Since it had been so long since the room was cleaned and the ‘Do not disturb’ sign wasn’t on the door anymore, the manager told my mom to go check it out and try to clean up what she could. As she got to the floor and unlocked the door to the room, a disturbing smell hit her. She couldn’t figure out what it was, but she continued to survey the room, which was disgustingly messy. Her words were that, ‘it looked like someone had thrown a rave,’ even though no other guests seemed to have ever gone into the room besides Mr. M. It had looked like Mr. M had deserted the place without telling anyone. My mom was still shocked by the smell, so she tried to track it down. As she followed the smell, she could tell it was coming from the hotel room closet. When she opened the closet, there was nothing but a cardboard box on the ground from which the smell was resonatin. My mother’s first instinct was to open the box to see what it was and clean/throw it out. When she opened the box, what she saw scarred her to this day. It was the rotting/decomposing head of a young woman, chopped off. My mother immediately screamed and got out of there, where she fainted in the elevator. Once she woke up, cops were everywhere and the hotel was like a CSI scene. The manager told her that Mr. M wasn’t his real name and he used a fake credit card to check in. The head of the woman was identified to be like a call girl/prostitute-type person. I don’t know much more or any nitty gritty details, but i’m sure one can look it up on the internet for more information. Needless to say, my mom quit that day.”
Awful Night on the Job
“Hotel bartender here. Started a few months ago at a more upscale place. It was a quiet evening and a distraught-looking guy came to the bar and ordered a shot and a beer. I was catching some fucked-up vibes.
“To lighten the mood, I tried to drum up some light hearted conversation. He tried to talk but couldn’t. So I asked him if everything was alright.
“He said no. I asked, ‘What’s wrong. Anything I can do to help? How about a plate of some food. On the house, buddy.’
“He declines, proceeded to tell me the escort he hired slit her wrists and is dead in his room’s bathtub.
“I jumped back and was like, holy shit I’m calling 911. After calling 911, I ran back to the bar to find the man slumped on the bar not moving. I run over to check on him, and his pulse is weak and he is pale and cold.
“After, the police and medics arrive and cleaned up the mess. Dead hooker and dead depressed business man. There was the man’s suicide note found in the room by another guest a few days later (yup a few days) that said he wanted to feel a woman’s touch one more time before overdosing on something that killed him at my bar.
“Fucked up. I got a week off work to deal with it, and was shocked when I came back to find everything normal, like nothing happened.”
Unusual Clean-Up Request
“Worked in a motel when I was 17-18 years-old. I was at the front desk not working when the housekeeping guy called me to check something out in a room that was being cleaned. I go up there and the housekeeping guy is standing in the middle of the room, pointing up to the ceiling.
“There was a set of bare foot prints on the ceiling, which is at least teen feet high. Bare. Not shoes or slippers, and only in the middle and no where else. There’s no way he jumped that high upside down and left no prints on the walls either.
“Also he left a single bullet on the bed.”
Inaction is an Action
“Worked as a chef for a Hilton. Remember speaking with one of the managers of a different downtown hotel, very high end, and he told me this story:
“Manager was on his way out of the hotel after working one evening and saw a homeless guy a ways out sleeping on the lawn. He decided to walk back in and tell the front desk employees to try and get him off property.
“Came back in for work the next morning and saw the same homeless guy still sleeping on the lawn, so he ran in to chew out the front desk manager about how the employees didn’t do as he asked. They both walked out to get the bum to leave and they found the bum was wearing a nice suit coat.
“Turns out it was a wealthy business man who had jumped off the 12th story balcony and had just been dead there all night and half the day. Turns out no one saw him fall.
“Sad story actually.”
Holiday Inn Ghosts
“I worked at a Holiday Inn years ago and only can recall a few weird cases.
“One was that every now and then we would get complaints that a young girl was screaming in the pool area. When checking it out, you would find that nobody was around. . . . Management reported that a young girl drowned in the pool years earlier.
“One night, I was working the front desk and received a call from a room complaining that the room above them was stomping around and being noisy. Nobody was checked into that room and nobody was there when I checked it out. . . . Guess a wife killed her husband in the room. Also, after the murder the room was turned into storage, and despite it being empty, the front desk would get random calls from that room.
“I’m sure all of it is explainable but shit was weird to me.”