People Describe The Creepiest Things They've Seen In Hotel Rooms

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Vote up the scariest stories from hotels.

Let's face it, hotels can be scary. More often than not, you're in unfamiliar territory, you don't know the staff, and the guests can be downright crazy. Not to mention, for some reason, ghosts seem to have a penchant for choosing hotels as haunting grounds.

We took these true stories of the creepiest things people have seen in hotels and put them together for you to decide which are the scariest. Vote up the tales that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

  • Let's Call Him Mr. M

    From Redditor /u/voteforbetti31:

    Not me specifically, but my mother used to work at a hotel in Washington, DC 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, any time 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 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 paid 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 resonating.

    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.

  • Burning Hotel Room

    From Redditor /u/Loco_Mojo:

    One night, a few hours after I had arrived for my shift, a guest kept coming down and aimlessly wandering around the lobby and breakfast area. He was doing extremely odd things, like talking to himself and sitting down at a breakfast table only to stand up and switch chairs at the same table every 2-3 minutes. Every time I asked him if he needed help, he would jerk a little and mumble that he didn't need anything.

    Well, a few hours or so after he finally went to his room, he came back down and said he had turned the heater on and it made him short of breath and he needed me to call an ambulance. So even though I was confused, I obliged. About a minute later, the hotel's fire alarms started to go off. The whole time the firemen were going up and down from his room, they kept asking if he had anyone with him or if he was alone, and I kept telling them that he was in fact alone and had no other guests in the room with him.

    After the firemen left and everything was back to 'normal,' I went to go look in the man's room. He had rearranged all of the furniture and put the TV in the bathroom and had put his trash can in the middle of the room and set it on fire. The thing that troubled me wasn't the fact that the man intentionally set his room on fire and could have possibly burned the hotel down, it was the fact that even though he was alone, he had small children's clothes spread around the room.


  • The Ghostly Elevator

    From a former Redditor:

    Got into a lift from the top floor to head down. The lift stopped at the 4th floor, the door opened, I saw people outside standing still, making no attempt to come in, despite me being alone inside and there was room for them. The automatic lift door then closed and before it was completely shut, I heard someone outside say, "Why is the lift so full of people?"

  • That's Not My Wife

    From Redditor /u/zushiba:

    My uncle just got married. In his 40s, his first marriage (and only so far). For their honeymoon, he, his wife, and her daughter (special needs child, she's awesome) went to stay in a cabin on Big Bear mountain in SoCal.

    They rented the cabin, unpacked all their sh*t and settled in for a 3 day stay. On the last night, my uncle was up watching TV very late at night. His wife and stepdaughter had gone to bed and he had to use the restroom. So he gets up, goes to the restroom, does his business, and exits the restroom.

    The only light on in the whole cabin is that from the TV in the living room, but it was bright enough to light the whole living room and part of the hallway.

    As he opened the door to the restroom, he saw his wife walk down towards the kitchen. He figured she'd gotten up and was hungry so he was gonna go talk with her. He followed after her and when she reached the end of the hallway she turned slightly in the direction of the kitchen and then at warp speed walked/ran/vaulted into the kitchen. Faster than a human could move. This figure was wearing a long flowing white gown similar to the one his wife had worn to bed and she had slightly longer than shoulder length hair.

    Kinda wigged out, he took a few steps back and peaked into the room where his wife and stepdaughter were asleep and found both of them in bed, asleep.

    Needless to say he couldn't sleep after that and they left the next morning. He called up the guy that he had rented the cabin from and said "Hey, you didn't tell me the cabin was haunted!" and the guy said "Oh, you saw her." He said "her," though my uncle hadn't specified what he had seen, proving that he knew a whacked out speedster she-ghost was in fact haunting the cabin.

    He said after the fact that if whatever it was had turned and looked at him he probably would have emptied the rest of whatever remained in his bowels and left at that moment.

  • Overdose At The Bar

    From Redditor /u/ArtyTheAntelope:

    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 f*cked-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 declined, 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 sh*t, 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 arrived and cleaned up the mess. Dead [woman] and dead depressed business man. There was [a] 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. 

    F*cked 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.


  • Doppelgänger Confusion

    From Redditor /u/infinitygirl:

    Several years ago, my college roommate, let's call her E, worked as the night manager for a newly built hotel. As was par for the course, I would often bring coffee in around 1 to 2 am and chat for awhile. One night, I showed up to find E sitting at the front desk shaking her head, looking completely perplexed. Allegedly, she had just checked in what could only be described as the doppelgänger of our other roommate, M, who was alike down to the same height, hair style, eye color, and Southern accent (odd as we live in the North).

    E tried to speak with the new guest and show her a picture of M on her phone, but was rebuffed several times. We both chalked it up to coincidence, as we knew M was visiting her parents, and we went on to enjoy our coffee. Shortly after 2, I decided to head home. It wasn't until around 2:30 when I pulled into our garage, that I checked my phone to see a series of texts from E to M and me at 2:17 am. "Stop..." "Not funny" "You guys suck" "What the hell."

    Naturally I was confused and called her back. This is when things got weird, and E sounded hysterical on the phone. Apparently M and I, in the same clothes I wore earlier, had been standing at the end of the main hallway, staring at her. E thought this was a joke and kept calling out to no response. Eventually the front desk phone rang, and in the time it took to answer it, we both had disappeared. I calmed her down over the phone, and the next morning we talked through the possibilities, trying to rationalize what she "saw."

    The guest who looked like M did come back to the front desk later that morning to inquire about some services, and much to E's surprise, looked only vaguely similar to our roommate. The only thing that scares me to this day, and that I never told her, is that when I got into our house, the kitchen clock was stuck on 2:17, and directly next to it sat a photo of M and I smiling that I had only developed that afternoon. Still no explanations and nothing weird ever happened at the hotel again, but it still makes me uneasy to this day.