Let's face it, some people are disgusting, and those traits don't disappear when they spend a night or two in a hotel. The poor housekeepers of these establishments who have to clean up after them share the weird, the gross and the downright horrifying things they've discovered in guests' rooms.
At Least They Wanted Them Washed??
“I had a summer job cleaning hotel rooms. A coworker told me she walked into her first room that day and the first thing she saw, neatly arranged on the desk, were 3 dildos, a note saying ‘please wash :)’ and a 20 crown note (about $2). She didn’t.”
Starbucks From Now On.
“I worked for a Super 8. I walked into the room and instantly smelled feces, but nothing looked nasty. I was nearly done with the room and still confused about the odor until I got to the coffee pot. Someone had s–t where the coffee grounds were supposed to go and made a pot of hot s–t water. I just threw the whole thing away in the dumpster. I went to the owner to request a new pot. I was told to retrieve the old one and just bleach it. I quit right then and there.”
Oh Yeah, Fabric Cleaner Will Do The Trick.
“Ex hotel housekeeper here who is ready to tell the story of why I quit. So I get to my last room, excited to be close to finishing for the day and I open the door only to be greeted by a grotesque display of everything that is considered repulsive and dangerous to touch. There were, lets see if I remember this right, used condoms filled with semen on the bed accompanied by stains which may or may not have been semen. There was blood all throughout the room. Too much blood for there to have not been a murder. Like, Jigsaw played a game in the room. There were used needles, crack pipes, empty pill bottles, broken liquor bottles, cigarette butts along with ashes and burn marks, plus tons of trash. Then the bathroom. There was piss everywhere. More blood. Vomit in the tub, in and around the toilet and, here’s the good part, ceiling. I noped out of the room and called the front desk and asked them to call the police. So the next day rolls around and I look at my sheet and see that same room. Confused, I go up to the third floor and I see the room in the same condition minus the drug stuff. Condoms, vomit, blood, bottles, cigarettes, trash, all still there. I call the manager and tell them I’m not doing it. They tell me, ‘Just get what you can. Wipe everything you can off the surfaces. We’ll have a fabric cleaner come in for the rest.’ Nope. I quit.“
A Tragic Discovery.
“I work at a hotel. One day a maid found a woman who committed suicide. She checked in so her family would not be forced to find the body. It was the middle of the day and the hotel was mostly clear of people. Nobody heard the gun shot and we have concrete floors that stopped the bullet from traveling out of the room. The way it was described to me was it was relatively clean. She laid in bed and put a pillow on her head and shot through it towards the ground. The maid soon quit afterwards.”
Sad And Creepy At The Same Time.
“My brother is a janitor for Holiday Inn and was once called to fix something in a guest’s room while they were out. He opened the door and found what appeared to be three newborn children in the bed. Turns out the old couple liked Reborn dolls so much they took them on holiday and had added breathing mechanisms to them so the chests would rise and fall like a real baby…”
That’s Definitely Not A Fudgesicle.
“My grandma used to clean hotel rooms and I used to go with her because its a laid back job and nobody else could watch me. My grandma was cleaning and I was sitting on the counter playing my DS. I wanted to get a drink so checked to see if there was ice in the freezer. There was no ice, but there was a popsicle box! I got so excited. I ran into the bathroom and asked my grandmother if I could have a popsicle. Assuming they were in plastic wrap, she said yes. I ran back to the freezer and reached into the cardboard box and pulled out a long, purple dildo covered in s–t. Human feces. I was 7.”
For Being In A Tub, That’s So Dirty.
“Naked man in bath. I was 16, knocked and called loudly before I walked in. He sat there with a big creepy grin on his face and visible erection. Gross.”
“One day we had to clean a room covered completely in paper towels. Everything was covered. The bed, the chairs, the floor. Not horrific, but weird. This next one is why I hated my job, and was happy to have gotten fired. We had to clean a room covered in s–t. Human poo. On the bed, on the towels. Every where but the toilet. The towels were twisted, and covered like they had been shoved up someone’s rectum. And to top it all off, when I asked about being able to use gloves, I was told no. Just grab the s–t covered stuff by the edges where they were s–t free. Gah I hated that place.”
Now That’s Truly Terrifying.
“My brother used to do cleaning/maintenance work for the dorm buildings at his university. A water pipe burst in one of the buildings over winter break, so he had to go into people’s rooms to box up their stuff and check for water damage. One of the rooms he had to enter was absolutely wallpapered with photos of a female student. There were hundreds of weird candid shots taken of her around campus, sitting in class, eating in the dining hall, etc, printed out on printer paper and stuck up all over the walls. He never found out what was going on, but he was called back to do final cleaning of that same room – now totally empty – a couple of weeks later.”
Heading For Trouble.
“We had a lady who cleaned hotels tell us about the time she walked in and there were 10 severed heads in the bathtub with the water running. Tons of police come to investigate with multiple guys with ear pieces in place. The gentlemen whose room it was came back and was immediately taken down. Turns out he was in charge of an ENT cadaver lab being held the next AM and needed to thaw the specimens. Tough to explain but it got sorted out once the heads were all accounted for.”
The S–t From Hell.
“I used to work at a hotel as a housekeeper. One day I open the door and this overwhelming stench of s–t just slams into my face- not even like normal s–t smell either- like someone had been devouring hot sauce covered shrimp at an all you can eat buffet for three days. I press on into the bathroom, eyes beginning to water, my throat having dry involuntary seizures. I force my poor eyes open. NOTHING. The f–king bathroom is spotless. Oh god! Where is it?! The panic sets in. I must go further into the darkness. I open the window, light illuminates the room. Do you remember the scene from Dogma, where the s–t demon comes out of the toilet? I think he checked right on in to my hotel. Crap was smeared all over the white duvets and sheets on both beds- this dude had literally s–t himself in bed, switched beds, and s–t in that one too! He left a trail of sickly brown matter across the carpet, decorated with tiny surprise shit nuggets just for me. I noped. I told front desk that I absolutely refused to clean that room and of they wanted to write me up/fire me I would be fine with that.”
“I worked as a cleaner in a hostel in Amsterdam. I have had to clean some nasty things and some amusing. Some of the more memorable are: used condoms, bloody tampons/pads, various sex toys, box of nail clippings, many bags of drugs, sticky rubber duck, Book of Mormon, Satanic bible, so much poop, blood, vomit, cum. I have been assaulted many times in work, while I closed one bathroom to clean it I had a man push me to the wall, walk in and start pissing on the floor in front of me. Also the wankers. So many men would lie in their beds masturbating while I cleaned the room around them. Also one time I found a bunch of newspaper clippings on a murder that had happened in Belgium. Later on there was a news segment that this murderer was thought to be in Amsterdam and a photo of the man was put up. It was the same man who had stayed at my work.”
That Chicken Doesn’t Go There.
“Literally every single day I would find something that blew my mind and enlightened me about how disgusting people could be. Here are just some highlights: Someone either died or got their period all over the room. Blood everywhere. In the kitchen, the bathroom, the bed, the pillows. It was terrible. A single guy rented a room once for one night. Went to clean his room and nothing was touched at all. The bed was still made even. Except, there was an ax underneath the pillows. Someone called because their toilet was clogged. Went in and it was clogged with an entire rotisserie chicken, and s–t. And the shower was also clogged with s–t. The last one isn’t too gross or disturbing, just a little weird. We went in to do a stay over clean and the guy decorated his entire room. He hung up pictures, posters, and portraits, he brought his own furniture, and he brought his own mattress. He was only there one night too. I only worked about a month because it was a terrible job.”
Definitely Don’t Want To Know.
“I was a housekeeper on an island resort, and we had contractors living there during the week building a new high-rise. They would go home for the weekend and we had to clean their s–t. They were getting free accommodation, and didn’t give a s–t. They were always f–ked. Week old plates of food, spilt bong water etc. But the most confusing moment was in the bottom of a fridge. There was a layer of sand a couple of cm thick, and rock hard. So I proceed to chip away at the sand biscuit and as I do so, I start to see small curly hairs appearing. Loads of them. To this day I still don’t know how so many pubes got into the sand, in the bottom of a mini fridge, and what acted as the binding agent. Not sure I want to know, really…“
Not The Cheez-Its!
“The absolute worst thing I’ve had to deal with was when I kept turning down the offers of sex to the room of 2 military men. They got super offended that I wasn’t interested and went so far to trash the room. Took boxes of cheez-its and crushed them all over the floor. So many wasted cheez-its, beer cans everywhere, trash stuffed between the mattresses, rolls of toilet paper shoved in the toilet, poop on the walls. It was ridiculous.”
“Ex maid for a super 8 in a s—ty town in rural Nevada. I found all kinds of weird stuff but the thing that takes the cake was the entire toenail of someone’s big toe. Found it in the bathtub. I almost vomited.”
Take That Outside.
“Worked front desk at a hotel in Anchorage. I get a call for some towels and decided to run them up myself. When they opened the door I immediately got a face full of the most disgustingly fishy smell. Right inside the door 4 ladies were gutting a seal with an ulu. Can’t imagine how pissed the housekeeping staff was about that. I about gagged from the smell of it, and from the looks of it they weren’t trying very hard to keep the guts and juices from getting everywhere.”