What secrets hide behind each room number? And why do guests think they can unleash their weirdest desires in a hotel? Is it the anonymity, the distance away from their normal lives? Or do they always this malicious and disgusting in everyday life too? These particular hotel staff workers uncovered some incredibly shocking, sad, and unexplainable scenes in hotel rooms, with sights that no one could explain. Content has been edited for clarity.
"I worked in a 5-star luxury hotel in Turkey as a bellboy and doorman when I was in my late teens. I have seen some wild stuff.
One day, I got a call from a guest saying that the whole floor smelled like sucuk (which is Turkish sausage). Being the youngest, I was sent up to look. I got to the floor and the entire corridor was smelling really bad. As I walked trough the corridor, the smell got stronger and stronger until I got to this intersection where a door to a room was half open. The policy is to call security immediately, but I just couldn’t help myself. I knock once and barge in. In the room, I see a guy who has pushed the two twin beds together, turned the iron on to the maximum heat setting, and was cooking eggs and sucuk on it. He said that his window wasn’t opening enough, so he thought he would open the door to make a current. He didn’t understand currents.
Another instance involved the top floor of the hotel, which had a presidential suite and a master suite. This guy checks into the suite around three in the afternoon. Around 5 o’clock, a whole bunch of women of the night show up every thirty to forty-five minutes. This is by no means uncommon, but what was strange in hindsight is that some would stay, but most left immediately. Anyways, this guy checks out early the next morning before my shift starts. I get to my shift as doorman at 11 o’clock. Around 11:40 a.m., an ambulance blasting its sirens pulls up to the hotel, closely followed by police car. About five minutes later, one of the maids looking all dazed and bleeding in the head is rolled out of the hotel. I ask around, and there is this air of secrecy, and no one wants to say what happened. Finally, someone tells me that she had passed out in the master suite and hit her head on something. Seeing that more police had now arrived, I decided to go up to try and see for myself.
The suite door is guarded by police with masks. I sat with the cops for about thirty minutes while we smoked, and I told them how they could get lunch for free in the hotel employee cafeteria. Then I ask to see the room, and the police finally agree. We walk to the door, the police posted at the door opens the door, and lo and behold the living room of the suite covered in very artistic, almost Jackson Pollock-esque poop smears. Yes that’s right, the walls, the ceiling, the floors, the couches, the bed. Everything has been covered is poop. By the quantity of poop, I can only deduce that either all the girls also pooped, or that he somehow snuck an elephant in the room. The smell. Oh. My. God. The windows could not be opened, so the smell just cooked in the room. In the end they quarantined the floor. They had to remove the windows from the panes to air it out. I never knew what happened to the mystery poop man in the end. I am sure he is out terrorizing more hotel staff.
Oh, and once a client forgot a hamster or gerbil in the official hotel Rolls-Royce. That car is almost never used (like three times in the one year I was there). I only saw photos, but apparently when they were getting the car ready months later for a client, they found the Rolls-Royce with the back seats clawed, chewed and pooped on, and a dead gerbil on the floor. Apparently when contacted, this man said he bought it at the animal bazaar and forgot. Hotel work. Fun times. Never again."
"A few years ago when I was a student, I worked in a bar/restaurant with a bed and breakfast attached. During summers and weekends, I worked housekeeping at the bed and breakfast for extra cash. One day, we had two guys book the upstairs self-catering apartment for the night, which they charged to a company credit card. That was fairly normal for our guests, so we didn't think anything of it. These two dudes were going to check out at 5:30 the next morning, so they didn't want breakfast or anything. They just arranged to leave the key in the room. The next day, I go up to the apartment and into the kitchen. On the kitchen counter, there were approximately thirty to forty empty cans of Monster Energy drinks. That was definitely strange to find, but I didn't think too much of it and just started cleaning. I went into the bathroom, to find that there were no towels left in the bathroom. I started to wonder if these men just took all the towels with them. I explored the smaller bedroom off the side of the master bedroom. And that's when I found it.
I found all the missing towels across the floor, wet. Not just a little damp, but full on soaking wet. Water poured off of them when I moved the towels. There were more energy drink cans on the bedside table, along with one of the pairing knives from the kitchen. The last towel was in the middle of the bed (also soaking), and underneath it was another knife and a huge patch of blood. IT was the strangest sight I had ever seen. I'm not sure if it was the site of a satanic ritual or what. Whatever it was, the use of a company credit card makes it just that much weirder."
"I worked at the front desk of a hotel chain, and we had this one particular couple that would rent a jacuzzi suite room every few weeks or so during a weekend to get away from home. They rented a room during Christmas, and they always had their 'Do not disturb' sign up, so housekeeping never went in during their stay. I know what you're all expecting us to find in their hotel room, but oh no. Our housekeeping staff found a real Christmas tree in the jacuzzi tub in their room, which they had left. The tub was full of sap and pine needles. It took days and days to clean out, because we had just run out of the necessary cleaning supplies and it took awhile for a new shipment to arrive.
No one had seen this couple bring in this tree, so my boss checked the security cameras out of curiosity. These weirdos snuck the tree up the first floor staircase and used the elevator on the second floor in order to get to their room. They had made messes before, but this was the first time that they had made such a mess that the room had to be shut down for a few days. Of course, we charged them a cleaning fee."
"Allow me to provide a list of how completely insane my experience working at this hotel was:
The creepiest thing I witnessed was uncovering a dead body in the hotel room.
The most illegal thing I encountered was a notebook that contained hundreds of names, social security numbers, and birthdays, with notes on each person's employment status. This was done for identity theft. Whoever this person was, they were arrested by the police, but the notebook was still left behind somehow.
The most horrifying living thing I encountered was a massive boa constrictor that a guy had snuck into the hotel and then left. This snake was free from its cage, and it was working its way into the vents.
The scariest mystery I encountered was the massive amounts of blood everywhere in the room. It was on the walls, carpets, and even the sheets. I called the police, but nobody could figure out what had happened. This room had not been registered to anyone recently, and no noises had been heard.
The funniest encounter I had was a bridal shower staying at the hotel. They lit candles and arranged adult toys going down the hallway to their suite, which had too massive adult toys as entry poles. We had to ask the ladies to put out the candles, but because business was sloe and nobody else was on the floor, I let them keep everything else.
The most pathetic experience I had was a man arguing with a woman of the night about her payment. She stole his identification until he would pay up. He threatened to call the police on her, to which I told him that he would go to jail for solicitation, and she would also go to jail. She just quickly paid her the money and she immediately left. Afterwards, this guy cried on my shoulder for an hour about how he couldn't find love."
"One guy was due to check out. It was past check out time and the latch was locked. It happens once in a while, so I take the tool and open the latch. I see drink cans everywhere and then an empty bed. However, on the night stand were some empty pill bottles. Then I walk to the closet and there he is. A make shift noose made from the bed scarf, and this man was kind of just passed out with the noose hanging on the closet rack. It was too late, since rigor mortis already set in.
I have had a slushie thrown at me. This woman missed and hit the wall. The reason? She was checking out of the room and we had caught her for trying to steal the television from the room. I didn't give her a refund.
Another girl climbed out of the window from the third floor. I was already up there because of a noise complaint. Her friend opens the door, and she's legitimately climbing out of the window. I go to grab her, but I only get a hold of her hand. Well, just like the movies, she's hanging from the window by me just holding her. Unlike the movies its so, so difficult to try to lift someone up, especially went they aren't trying to climb up. She fell. She had blood coming out of her mouth and she kept trying to move. I told her to stop moving and I swiftly called 911. Her friends saw her lying there and just deserted the premises.
One day, a lady came running down the first floor hallway. She makes it just far enough so that I can start to see her. Then all of a sudden, I see her head fly backwards. The guy chasing her pulled her hair. By the time I make it to her, the guy is just beating on this girl. I got him calmed down somehow and sent him back to his room. I got the girl into the office and called the cops on this guy.
Another day, I kicked out a lady of the night. She wasn't happy about that, so she grabbed the front desk monitor and took off with it. I grabbed it and we scuffled around a bit. Another guest was filming how violent tug of war.
So after all of these atrocious events, I sold the hotel. Literally the next day I was walking around with the new owner. Some guy wouldn't check out and come out of his room. He just locked himself in there. So I call the cops and we get the door finally open. The cops immediately recognize him. After he gets taken out of the room, the new owner and I walk into the room. This dude took a knife to everything. I mean literally everything. The walls are cut up, the linen, the mattress, the carpet, the furniture, and even the curtains. I just look at the new owner and he has this horrified look, wondering just what exactly he had gotten himself into with this hotel. I was so relieved that it wasn't my problem anymore."
"So my family owned a lower end motel in the 90s. It was one of those places that construction crews love because you can rent out for a week at a time, for a decent price. There were a ton of stories, but one in particular stands out.
An older lady rented out her room by the week. She never let us in. She paid with an envelope taped to the door. She left out her dirty towels and sheets, and we would replace them in front of her door, knock, and then leave. She would have food delivered in the same fashion. She lived there for a couple of months before she quit paying her bill and quit leaving towels out. We let ourselves in to the room, and the lady had passed away in the bed. Everything in the room was covered with aluminum foil. The television, the windows, the faucets. We never did get the story of what exactly happened. But if it was aliens she was hiding from, they definitely got to her.
And as a side note, never, EVER, sleep on the floor. A ton of people let their kids sleep on the floor to save money. People puke and pee or poop in the strangest places. Just PLEASE don't put anyone through that."
"I had to call some guests to see why they haven't checked out with the front desk, but I didn't get a response. I went to their two-bedroom suite, and when I entered, there was no one there. The room was trashed with garbage everywhere, and there was even a slice of pizza stuck to the ceiling. But one thing stuck out. The refrigerator was missing. I looked around but couldn't find it. Did they steal it?! The moment I enter the second bedroom suite, which was just as trashed, I eventually found the fridge. They moved the fridge from one suite to another and put it next to the bed. At least they didn't steal the fridge? I still charged them for the trashed room of course.
Another time, I was covering the night shift for a colleague of mine. It was the middle of winter and beyond freezing outside. I walk around outside the hotel for a bit, since I was bored at the front desk. I see a man and a woman in their 20s on the balcony only in shirts, and they tell me that they can't get back in their room, since they locked themselves on the balcony. They had been stuck there for thirty minutes. I tried using my master key, but it didn't work either since they had the latch hooked. So I called the fire department, since I wasn't sure of what to do. Two firemen arrive, and one just kicks the door down with all of his strength, and the latch broke. I enter and see that there is one more person lying in the bed, who is completely wasted. At first, I thought he was dead, but nope, he was just super out of it. I open the balcony door and let the couple in, who start throwing a fit about how unacceptable this whole thing was. I simply left them there. They came to the front desk early the next morning, saying they wanted to talk to the manager and had a complaint. I told them that I;m the supervisor, and that they will have to deal with me. They start arguing how this is the hotel's fault and they wanted compensation. That obviously doesn't slide, and I just tell them they are lucky that they aren't being charged with trashing the whole room. They leave, threatening to leave a bad review and whatnot. I'm still amazed to this day how they were seriously trying to throw a fit and trying to get money for something that was clearly their fault."
"My grandparents ran a small bed and breakfast, which I helped them out with while I lived with them for a while. This story has always stuck with me. This couple had stayed for a week and were due to leave that morning. They called my grandma to the desk, and she assumed they were going to check out, but nope! The woman drops a live mouse on the desk. She was furious and ranting about how the couple had heard things crawling around all week. Their stuff had been nibbled at, and the hotel must have been crawling with mice. Long story short, the couple wanted all of their money back for the entire week. Grandma was upset, but she was also quite proud of this building. She kept that place spotless. Naturally, she was beyond suspicious. My grandpa came up and stalled them, while my grandma took the spare key and went into their room to take a look.
In their trash bin, she found a box that had been torn up, but she recognized the logo of the local pet shop, so she gave them a call. Yep, the pet shop had sold a mouse to a couple matching our guests' description yesterday afternoon. She went back and told this to my grandpa, who told the couple they wouldn't be getting any money back. If they weren't out of the building in five minutes, he was going to call the police. The couple kept saying that they would sue, but we never heard from them again. My grandpa rang up all the hotels in the area and gave them the couples' names and a warning. It was my job to catch the mouse. We ended up giving the mouse to my cousin, who already had a group of them for this mouse to be live with."
"Aside from the deceased bodies and copious amounts of adult toys, we had this one guy, Eric. Eric was staying with us for a while, and he brought fourteen bottles of bubbly and a massive box full of frozen sausage biscuits and gravy along with him. He pooped all over the room. Literally the entire room. There was no surface missed, he even somehow got the ceilings and walls. Naturally, we kicked him out and charged him extra for all of this awful mess. He just sat in his truck across the street from us. We could see him trying to sleep in his car. A short while later, while housekeeping was cleaning his nightmarish room while wearing full hazmat suits, we all hear sirens coming down the street. We check outside, and the police have surrounded Eric and his truck with weapons drawn. We all cracked jokes about Eric pooping all over the police cruisers. It turns out what we didn't witness was when he pooped out the baloons full of illegal substances he was storing up his butt."
"I was delivering an in-room breakfast order to a room registered under a conference attendee for a fairly mundane industry conference. So I was expecting the meals for two to be for the mister and misses. I get to the room and find the door is propped open. There’s a stack of cases of drinks against the far wall, and the room is pretty trashed. This was all visible from the threshold of the room. I noticed two feet hanging off one of the beds. I knocked a couple times and announced myself. The order was called in only about twenty or thirty minutes beforehand, so I figured they would have been expecting us. After standing there for an awkward amount of time and seeing no movement from the feet hanging off the bed, I peek my head in a little more. I was 19 at the time and wasn’t exactly trained for this scenario in the approximately two-week training period for my summer job. After peaking my head in, I realize the person in the bed is a girl about my age, and she’s laying face down on the bed and isn’t moving or responding to my knocking. She has a blanket strewn over her bottom, but it doesn’t look like she’s wearing any pants or bottoms under the blanket. I step back in the hallway and radio my supervisor, who was all of like 23 years old. I told them the situation and said, 'I kind of have a bad feeling about this room right now. I don’t know if I can just leave this girl here with the door open like this.'
My manager says to hold tight, and they’re calling security to come meet me in the room. The worst scenarios are kind of running through my head of what might have happened to this girl, whether she passed out wasted and alone, was slipped something, or was even murdered. Just as I see the security guard getting off the elevator, two twenty-something boys walk in from the pool deck door with towels and swim trunks coming in, walking towards me. Everyone stops outside the room looking kind of confused, and the guard asks the boys if either of them is the name registered to the room. Turns out they’re the sons of the guy there for the conference, and I guess he brought the whole family along, which isn’t that uncommon since we were a popular beach resort and it was over the summer.
The girl is their sister who they let sleep in after hard partying the night before at some of the local bars. She woke up when her brother came in and shook her leg, but was super hung over. And turns out she did have swimsuit bottoms on under the blanket. They all seemed totally oblivious to why there was a security issue with leaving the door propped open to their room full of drinks and a passed out girl. The girl seemed so out of it that I don’t even know if she was listening. Just got a grunt essentially and she signed the receipt for her parents. I dropped off the breakfast plates and quickly got out of that bizarre situation.
A couple mornings later, their mom stopped by our restaurant in the lobby where I was also a host, and asked if I was the girl who dropped off breakfast. I guess her sons pointed me out at some point, since I was always working that summer. She thanked me for thinking of the safety of her daughter and calling security. She said she scolded her sons about leaving the door propped like that while their sister slept. She asked me how much the boys tipped (they didn’t), and I told her not to worry, since gratuity was included in all orders anyway, but she insisted on giving me an additional tip and handed me forty dollars in cash.
This was probably not the weirdest thing in the long run, but it was very unsettling to find someone in that situation."
"I worked in the hotel industry for over seven years. After a check in, a guest complained about a weird smell after the second or third day of their stay, and the reservation was for five days. After an especially thorough cleaning on the fifth day, the guest said that said they enjoyed their stay, but still noticed an odor. We sent the head of housekeeping and two housekeepers up to the room, and they too noticed it and gave it a deep cleaning with a rug cleaner machine, added in a new set of all fresh linens in, and even set up a new mattress. This particular room, for the next couple of weeks, whenever anyone stayed there, would get the same complaint with strong odor. So after multiple complaints, the General Manager got involved. They noticed a light smell that was harsh, but after cleaning it would go away. To figure out more of the smell, the General Manager made the call to not rent the room out to any guests for a week, and to just let it be as it was. We couldn't touch it, and no cleaning. After several days, we returned to the room, and the smell was atrocious. There was definitely something dead somewhere.
Maintenance was called in to remove the bed entirely. We found nothing, even though we later gutted the entire room. Absolutely nothing. A decision was made to check the air vents. Maintenance looks into the opening for the air vents and says, 'Hey, I found it!'
He sees tiny legs sticking out, to which the General manager exclaimed, 'These stupid raccoons are getting everywhere!'
The maintenance guy reached inside and notices that the carcass is really wedged around the corner. After getting the right tools and pulling and pulling, this thing finally pops out. Everyone crowded around to get a look at what this was. No, it wasn't a raccoon. It was a dead baby. It wasn't fake, and sadly, we never caught who did this."