Some hotel guests will take the saying “Make yourself at home” to an (un)natural extreme. It’s easy to forget the hotel room is a shared space, not just for future guests but also for the workers who actually have to clean it all up. On Reddit, workers and former guests have shared an endless list of horrors found between the bedsheets and in the nooks & crannies in temporary homes across the world. From nightmare bathrooms to the guests who left too much of themselves behind, here are 42 wild stories of hotel horror.
My grandfather found a clump of hair under his pillow at a hotel in Hong Kong like 50 years back. Super gross on its own, but to make matters worse, it was attached to a chunk of scalp. They got outta there real quick.
Dirty cucumber in the sheets of a bed. By dirty, I mean used, and it was girthy.
My mother was a motel maid in southwest Kansas. Her awful story was that during pheasant season, hunters would clean the pheasants in the drawers of the dressers. I'm sure it was a not-so-pheasant surprise to find while cleaning a room.
A baby. She just forgot her toddler, but she remembered all her baggage. She also forgot the diaper, and the kid had soiled itself. We called her up right away and she came back for him. I saw him again a few months later and learned that his grandparents got custody of him.
It was a family retreat/kids birthday party. The adults were getting drunk while the kids were in the presidential suite raising hell. They had decided to have a fully-stocked ice cream bar and allowed the kids to do what they wanted with it. M&Ms crushed into the carpet, chocolate footprints on the walls, whipped cream everywhere.
Fruit punch spilled on the bed. In total, we had to charge them about $7,000 in damages, which they took to court, because they thought, "The cleanup would be included, that's why we did it at a hotel!" They also smashed glass all over our dog hiking trail, which I had to clean up.
A bachelorette party came through and after they left the next night, we had a new rule that charges a $400 glitter fee. By that I mean that after they left, you couldn't see the floor, it was covered in so much glitter. It's been a few years and you can probably still find glitter in the carpet throughout the hotel.
A woman with mysophobia (fear of germs) stayed with us. She never let the cleaning ladies into the room as she preferred to clean it herself. One day she leaves to go out and removes the “do not disturb” sign. A maid calls down and says the room has a strong chemical odor, and that she found bags of pee and poop in the drawers.
I once found bloody parrot feathers all over a room. They claimed it was a service animal—it wasn't—that had gotten too stressed and pulled all of its plumage out. The guest tried to blame the hotel for noise. We charged them for the cleanup.
Pizza. And not just like leftovers. An entire pizza. And not a single slice of it in the box. The first red flag we found was the slice of pizza smeared all over on the TV. Then we saw two slices side by side like they had worn them for slippers and dragged their feet across the floor. One slice in the dresser, one in the nightstand, one in the sheets, and one in the bathroom sink.
We cleaned the room as normal and put all the pizza in the box. The whole time I'm wondering why someone would do this, was the pizza not good? Was one slice enough and you had to buy the whole thing? I'm doing the final checks in the room and it still smells like pizza. I flick the lamp on and look for the final slice. I finally find it, shadowed in the lampshade.
This individual had smeared the last slice on the inside of the lamp shade. That was the final piece of the puzzle (or pizzazule). This person bought an entire pizza just to hide it in his hotel room.
25 years ago, I worked at a snooty part of a snooty ski resort in Park City, Utah. Most of the regular guests were just typical old rich white dudes, but during Sundance season, the celebrities come out. There is a certain musician, entertaining us for decades now, who has a disgusting hobby. Or did in the early 90s at least. Next time you're cuttin’ footloose, or getting’ close to the Danger Zone, just know that Kenny Loggins gives his entire family coffee-ground enemas, which leaves a giant mess, and leaves it for the hotel staff to clean up. Twice in one stay.
A syringe under a mattress, AFTER I felt a prick on the end of my finger. I was tucking in a sheet under the bed, and there were actually two uncovered "insulin" needles under there. I got rushed to the hospital; hepatitis shots and a tetanus shot, two different HIV prevention medication for a month, monthly blood tests for about a year.
I'm fine, and it barely stuck me in truth, but I was already afraid of needles and disease I still feel traumatized. I was not going to post at all, but I've always wondered if there was anything else, I should have done. The doctors assured me that they were more precautious than necessary.
A USB drive with two different versions of their obituary that they typed up for themselves.
I worked at an upscale ski resort. One family let their toilet-training kid pee behind the toilet and under the sink throughout their whole visit, then put our white towels on top of it to "help clean up the mess." The whole place smelled like a freaking rhino enclosure. Ruined the towels.
A newborn baby with his umbilical cord still attached in the toilet. We are a 5-star hotel that is very expensive, where almost all of our guests are billionaires or top celebrities and politicians.
I found a blood-soaked Dora the Explorer doll. There were no kids in the room as far as we know. It was just one dude in his mid-30s. There were two cans of Monster energy drink beside it and $180 dollars left in tips under the pillow. No idea what was going on. Yes, the cops were called. It was really weird, but they seemed pretty satisfied that nothing crazy went down.
I didn't really deal with the cops directly. I gave my statement about how we found the room, they sent me home and that was the only time I talked to them. Never heard anything about it after that.
A bear. First, you gotta understand that a lot needs to happen for this to occur. Our lowest floor was still about a meter and a half from the ground, and each outside room had a balcony rail. However, a guest had decided to want to unload his motorcycle from his truck and leave the ramp down, so, I’m assuming, he could ride the bike up when he was done.
The guest that was staying in the room had room service, decided to leave the food uncovered and the balcony doors open, and later went to the hotel pool/spa to relax. Upon returning, they had gone to us at reception and said that there was a bear in the room. Puzzled, we quietly approached the room and slowly opened the door.
Lo and behold, there was a bear eating room service and making a mess of my afternoon. We had to call Parks Canada to deal with it. The guest was not charged a cleaning fee.
Well, I'm front desk, not housekeeping, but I get the stories. I've told this before, but I think that it deserves retelling many times over because this young lady once stuck her bloody used tampon/pad on the wall and the blood acted as a glue and cemented it to the wall. It had to be pried off. Suffice to say housekeeping was not pleased, and this disgusting young lady needs to learn some manners.
One of my old coworkers had a second job as a housekeeper at a casino/hotel. She said they had issues with the hotel not being willing to put sharps boxes into the rooms. Occasionally people would leave used needles in the trash. Housekeepers taking care of garbage would often times get poked by needles poking out of the plastic bags.
The workers then wanted to get tested to make sure they didn't get any virus from being picked by a used needle. The hotel wouldn't even cover the costs of those tests. She'd vent about that and that is how I learned about the issue.
Freaking broccoli. Everywhere. In the bed, the tub, the toilet, drawers. It was ground into the carpet. No clue why. That's the weirdest one. The worst thing to find is when someone has died. Those are really bad days.
I worked at an 800-year-old castle hotel in the UK. This young guy checked in for the weekend, paying cash for everything. Hookers were coming in and out of the hotel asking for Room 46, and he kept ordering room service. He didn't leave the room for three days. One day, he phoned reception in distress, asking for help. I went up with my manager, opened the door and there he was, room trashed, the biggest bag of cocaine I have ever seen and condoms everywhere. He kept shouting "I can’t feel my legs!" We got him an ambulance.
I own a few hotels and when I’ve walked in to see things that needed to be repaired I’ve almost thrown up—I’ve also been an EMT for 15 years now. Once, there was a giant turd smeared into the letters "Sanchez," really crudely. The beds had been urinated all over, both of them, and there was blood on the counter.
It was drops of blood, so someone was standing over it, bleeding. I’ve found at least 4-5 condoms, used, and with some baby juice still inside. One room has been off-limits for 3 years now.
I was in housekeeping for a while in the winter and a co-worker of mine found poop in a condom tied to the microwave door. Definitely the most baffling thing I'd heard of anyone finding.
We used to have a regular who was a doctor and I’m sure he worked with children. He came one night and took a combination of alcohol and pills and killed himself. The bit that always sticks with me is he was wearing a diaper, so he wouldn’t make a mess. I didn’t find him, but the people who did were messed up for a while after it.
Alright. I used to work banquets in my hotel and we had a group of Shriners rent out our entire 150-room hotel. These guys were some of the horniest dudes. They had strippers and a "massage room." Cleaning up after these drunken jerks was a nightmare. In the "massage room," we found a list and notes from the masseuses.
Saying "(name) told me to choke him." and "I used a strap-on on (name)" and a list of all the guys they had sex with, and how many times over the weekend. Pretty funny and weird but mostly funny.
I found huge paint buckets with mouth-marks that looked like they used to hold a LOT of red liquid and one of those giant cakes that's supposed to hold a stripper. Someone had already emerged from the cake by the looks of it. Everything smelled like fruit punch.
About 10 pages of a hand-written manifesto/memoir/strange doodles. It was written on the back and unused parts of various police forms. I'm not sure which guest left it, since it was under the bed. But there was some oddball stuff.
The aftermath of the boob implant party, including boob cake, boob confetti, boob ice cube trays, etc. Maybe someone was in the process of gender transition and this was a milestone...but I really feel like someone was celebrating going up a few cup sizes.
I once found a dead body in a room. Well, I wasn't the first one to find it, but I had to call the police. A housekeeper reported to me that a room wasn't answering after 11 AM (the official check-out time) so they went in, and they thought the person was dead, so they came to get me. I went in and checked, and sure enough, lying mostly on the bed, was a dead guy.
He had been shot in the head. Police found the gun they believed was used in the bushes about 20'-30' from the door. This was a motel, not a hotel, so the entrances were on the outside. I never found anything else out about it, but the motel was along a strip of lodgings notorious for hookers, drugs, etc.
Between the cops, paramedics (the housekeeper went into shock) and other official vehicles, the whole scene only lasted about an hour. That was the first dead body I'd seen working for a hotel, but not the last. On a lighter note, when working at a much nicer hotel downtown, we had to evict (due to noise complaints) a gentleman and his three lovers, who left the room littered with used condoms. They also left their bag of crack in the nightstand.
I was the front office supervisor at a hotel. One dude taped all the vents in his room, put towels under the door crack, and put the Do Not Disturb in his door. Paid up for five days and asked for no housekeeping. Drank a big glass of Drano. Five days later, we opened the door into one man's personal hell becoming all of ours. I'll never forget the smell.
I worked for a nice hotel in Austin. A visiting professor was peeing in water bottles and leaving them around the room. He was so rude and inappropriate to the staff that we had to ask him to leave. He smelt like death.
Crackpipes...in the backs of toilets, behind mattresses, inside chairs...all over. You'd think my boss at the time would have banned the person responsible, but nope. I even had been told off for suggesting they stay elsewhere. Got out ASAP.
I found a man who had died in his sleep. The maids would have found him first had his family not shown up saying he didn't make it home when he should have, and were wondering if he stopped at our hotel for the night. Walking into that room...
I was balancing the books one day when the front was swarmed with police cars. They raided a room with no notice to us at the front desk. It turned out a pimp was cooking meth in one of the rooms with two sex workers and a dog. There was a short standoff before everyone was arrested. Their car was seemingly forgotten about in the parking lot, but it disappeared a week later. We were unable to charge for damages since all of their cards were stolen.
I worked at a hotel a few years ago, front desk. I checked out a nice couple in the morning, they were very friendly, said they enjoyed their stay. Then housekeeping got to their room, the poor woman looked shell-shocked. I got to go through the room with a camera and my supervisor to document the state of the room, which included two large, black, double-headed sex toys, lots of Ziploc baggies with powdery residue, syringes (some used, some still with caps on them, including two in the toilet), and more travel-sized bottles of baby oil than I could count.
We also found what appeared to be feces and blood smeared all over the bedding and walls and a small digital camera. Police were called, descriptions of them taken, and all the information they had used to check in. I quit soon after, so I don't know if they ever found them or pressed charges.
A homeless man came into some money somehow. We never quite figured out how, but either way, he stayed in the same room for about two months. Eventually, we convinced him that he needed to go elsewhere as we had a big conference, or something like that, that was going to fill the whole hotel. I was a bellman and the hotel had a courtesy shuttle for the guests.
I was instructed to give him a ride to the new hotel he would be staying at. I helped him get the remaining stuff from his room and the moment I entered, I knew the room would be out of service for a while. There was trash everywhere, the bathtub was used as a waste bin, there were dirty stained towels pouring out of the closet, and he had stripped the bed a put his sleeping bag on the mattress.
The worst part was the smell. Despite the fact that he had been staying there for at least two months by this point, I am 99% sure he never once used the shower. It was the strangest, most disgusting thing I had ever seen. The room was out for almost two weeks while it went through a deep clean, but it still had that smell for the rest of the year and a half that I worked there.
We got a call from an anonymous person asking for us to do a wellness check on a guest. I get a call from security a few minutes later, and the guy on the other end of the radio sounded pretty shook up, yelling " We need you up here ASAP" I get upstairs and the two security guards look pale. They refused to go into the room, only saying that they knew I would know how to handle the situation.
I'm a combat vet and ex-police officer. I get into the room and everything is tidy. Bags packed, beds made, etc. At that moment I see the balcony door open and what appears to be someone laying out on the balcony wearing all their clothes. Drunk? Passed out? Nope. As I got to the balcony, I could now see the person’s lap, and a revolver in their hand on said lap.
I stop for a moment, and realize he's not moving, so I step out onto the balcony, and the gravity of the situation becomes clear. This guy blew his head off. One shot to the roof of his mouth. I'll spare you the details, but I didn't have to check much to call it. At least this was the middle of the night, one shot, no other guests were awakened, and I was able to get the police, coroners, and detectives in without anyone seeing.
I got all of them, including the body, out through the back with no one else knowing anything happened. I went back downstairs and finished my pizza.
I worked as a housekeeper for about a month back in April 2010. This was fairly early in my shift and I was on my way to pull linens. Swipe in, shut the door behind me, and start to go about my routine. First order of business: do a once over of the bathroom. I should’ve known something was up because the light was off, and I couldn’t see clearly into the bathroom.
This room was on the side of the hotel that the sun hit hardest, and every other room was flooded with light so either I just needed glasses, I'm not paying attention, or both. So, I walk forward, keeping my eyes on the floor for some reason, swing my arm around to hit the light, start to walk forward onto the tile as I'm tilting my head back up.
I walk almost straight into a pair of men’s briefs, hanging from the ceiling at about face level. I scare easy and these surprise Fruit of the Looms were no exception. I yelped, about stumbled backward into a wall as my eyes adjusted to the nightmare I had just found myself in. I dust myself off, walk into the bathroom to find this guest had a laundry line running along the shower and the ceiling and the door and had been starting to wash clothes in the sink, grab the linens, and got the hell out. God as my witness, those briefs I almost faceplanted had skid marks.
This is a second-hand story; a buddy of mine is a hotel manager in a large downtown hotel. They had a sex worker come down to the front desk fully nude, screaming in hysterics to call 9-1-1. She had just woken up in one of their rooms strapped to the bed like it was Dexter's table. The whole room had been draped in plastic.
The John was in the shower when she came to. She managed to wriggle free and ran out of the room. By the time the cops arrived, the dude had left, but the room was still all Dexter-ed up. The security footage could see the guy leave the hotel, but he'd obscured his face on every camera angle. To my buddy's knowledge, the guy was never caught.
It’s late evening, and a woman comes angrily in to our lobby from the pool with three children and says, “You guys need to do something about what’s going on out there,” and gestures to the pool area. I look at her inquisitively and she just says, “Go look, you’ll see.” I walk outside and it’s pretty immediately clear the couple in the hot tub are “discreetly” having sex.
I approach just enough to get their attention and say, “Hi guys, I know everyone’s here to have a good time tonight, but we got a complaint about some hot and heavy activity in the hot tub.” They’re clearly intoxicated but apologize and say it will stop. A few minutes later, the phone rings. It’s the woman who complained before calling from her room which faces the pool.
She says: “They’re still at it. You need to do something. Children are staying in this hotel.” I go back outside and sure enough, now that the spectators are gone, they’re having sex out in the hot tub. I go back out, tell them to get out. They start giving me the story: it’s their anniversary, they’re very sorry, we won’t have any more problems with them, etc., etc.
I foolishly let them stay in the hot tub. 10 minutes later: phone rings. “Seriously!!?” Same lady. I look out the window, they’re both totally naked. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I’ve warned them, I’m calling the police.” Police arrive and head out to the pool. The officer handles it like a pro. He’s very nice, let’s them know that it’s inappropriate, but he doesn’t want to ruin what’s clearly a fun weekend for them both, but they need to go to their room and not come out for the rest of the night.
They are to stay in their room until tomorrow morning. No excuses. The couple thanks him for his understanding and promises they’ll behave and stay in their room. The officer and I wind up chatting and laughing about it all, and he asks if he can grab a cup of coffee in our lobby while he fills out his report. Of course, he can.
He’s sitting in the lobby, I’m back to work, and I hear him say, “Oh, you’ve got to be freaking kidding me!!” I’m shocked at the break in tranquility as I see him jump up and exit the lobby. He goes right to the hot tub, where the same couple is back in the hot tub making out. I can only assume they took the stairs at the end of the hall out to the parking lot and around to the pool. He arrested them both. They came back Monday afternoon—they’d been arrested on Friday night—to collect their property.
Not a hotel worker but once stayed in a resort in the Dominican where someone had poop in the safe. Or I guess carried their poop to the safe? Not sure. Either way, I guess the staff hadn’t checked to see if anything was in there when cleaning after the last guests.
There was an older woman who checked in my second week of being there, she definitely should not have been independent. She lived in town and booked a room for a week. She said that she was getting her house renovated because it was infested with “fiberglass.” She was probably in her 70s. She would walk around with one of those surgical masks and wore yellow rubber gloves.
As the week went on, she started to wear bandages on her arms—we think she was scratching herself, I bet if we asked it would have been because of the fiberglass. She shouldn’t have been able to drive. but she kept going to and from her house to get more things, basically was moving in. Our hotel was on a main road, and she would just back up into it without looking.
It was a miracle she never got into an accident. But other than that, she would spend most of her time in the room, and occasionally would walk to the office and just spout crazy stories about fiberglass and how it was everywhere and all over her room. Once the week was up she extended her stay another five days because her house wasn’t ready yet.
She repeatedly declined maid service so we could never really get a glance of the condition of the room, yet she would keep complaining that her air-conditioning had “fiberglass all over it.” One of the days, she came to the door complaining that the room was infested with spiders and she showed a tissue that she said had “spiders in it,” but there was nothing.
Like really sad stuff. Unfortunately, since we didn’t really have any real way of helping her, my boss advised me to tell her that we are booked solid for the rest of the summer, etc., so she couldn’t extend her stay any longer. We waited out those last few days dealing with her complaining and occasionally catching glances at the room as the maids brought her towels and such.
From what we saw there were pillows everywhere, a big bag of like perfumes, pills, etc. sprawled out on the dresser (like sooo many random things), etc. She was seen a few times carrying large garbage bags into the room we weren’t sure what was in them. Just imagine a room that a mentally ill person had been staying in.
She also had a few weird interactions with guests that made them complain, so we really could not wait until she was gone. But this is the freakiest part, where we get to the answer to what we found after a guest’s stay: IT WAS SPOTLESS. On her last night, we think she climbed out the window (first floor) and put stuff in her car and left—stealing the key too, but that’s common enough, we just replace them.
We went back and looked on camera and she was not on camera leaving at all, and the night manager did not see her leave. If you leave the regular way, you have to be seen by the manager, the office is in the front and it's a small hotel. The only way she could have done it was through the window. Every worker at the hotel was so curious to see what the room was like after she was gone.
It was insane, clean, with nothing broken except the air conditioner air filter (the one she’d said had fiberglass all in it). Other than that not much else. We still had a third party clean the room, but it was freaking weird man. My boss said she drove by the address and it was a beautiful house that must have cost a couple million, minimum, and there was like a metal trailer in the driveway.
We think she started living in that after the hotel. Sad, and just so, so bizarre. I really hope she got some help or something. There really wasn’t much we or I specifically could do, so we had to just move on.
I don't work in a hotel, but I did visit the Best Western in Florida and it was hell. I found two human teeth in my sheets, they were still bloody. Then a dead mouse in the middle of the floor, guts exposed. I found the mouse first obviously and went straight to the front desk to tell them that there's a dead mouse on my floor and I'd like it removed by the staff.
I don't think a paying customer should have to do that stuff themselves. I know that sounds snotty, but I'm paying to stay here for vacation, not to finish cleaning up dead mice from my room that the staff somehow missed. Also, I don't have any gloves or anything with me, what if it's diseased? I have no desire to touch it. They said, "Okay, we'll be in there in about five to 20 minutes."
So I left my bags inside the room, away from the mouse, then left for the store. I got back an hour or so later, and the mouse was still there. I go straight to the front desk and the same woman at the counter says that she's sorry and the janitor will be there in a few minutes. She did indeed phone him, right in front of me, to go to my room number to clean it up.
I waited in my room for over an hour and the janitor still doesn't show up. I go back to the front desk and it's a new person there. This man is the manager and I explain what's going on. He apologizes politely then leaves to go get the janitor. I leave again, I forget what for, and come back hours later. The mouse is STILL FREAKING THERE!
At this point, I am pissed off and it is dark outside. I just want to go to bed. I march up to the front desk and this time I'm fairly unreasonable. I'm yelling at the front desk woman (the third person I've spoken to about it so far) and explain that I've been waiting for hours for this dead/bloody mouse to be cleaned up from my room.
She apologizes and says that all of the cleaners have gone home for the night and she's not permitted to clean rooms. So I give up, go back to my room, grab a towel from the bathroom and lay it over the mouse. I then tiredly crawl into bed to discover a human tooth in the bed. It looked like a little kid's tooth and I sigh in agony.
I got out of bed and went back to the front desk and explained that now there are human teeth in my bed. She says she cannot do anything about it. I inquire about switching rooms and she says it cannot be done. I'm livid at this point and just want to go to bed. I'm so frustrated that I don't know what to do with myself.
I then settle for sleeping in the armchair in my bedroom for the night. I wake up with a stiff neck, nothing serious, and go straight to the front desk. I explain to the day manager what happened the previous day (different manager). He says that he'd heard nothing about this incident before. I yell so loud and I demand that he follow me to my room and let me show him the mouse and tooth.
He followed and he's all "Wow, wtf??" and goes to get the janitor/cleaners. I wait for two hours, they don't show up. I send another notice for the cleaners then leave to go do vaction stuff. I get back late that night and nothing has been cleaned, not even the towels in the bathroom that they normally do throughout the day. I go to the front desk and scream my butt off.
The front desk lady is the same as the first girl from day one and she's like "Holy crap, they didn't fix it yet??" She leaves to go get the cleaners. She manually forces them into the room and yells at them to clean it. The janitor is just like "Uhhh, I need to go get supplies for this. I need latex gloves,” and leaves. He does not come back.
It's now 2 AM, I'm exhausted, the janitor went home, there's a new woman at the front desk; I am pissed off. I then use a Kleenex to grab the tooth out of the bed and set it on the nightstand. I get a decent sleep in the bed. I wake up to a SECOND tooth in the bed, this one is all bloody. I immediately check my mouth in the bathroom mirror, all my teeth are fine.
I grab a towel and pick up the dead mouse, then both teeth in a napkin. I walk them down to the front desk and slam them on the counter. I raise hell. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting or not, but I am beyond enraged. I'm surprised I didn't pick up a chair and throw it against a wall. I would never hit someone, especially not the defenseless/innocent women behind the counter, it's not their fault.
I even feel bad for yelling at them. I scream at the manager that I waited two days for the tooth and mouse to be cleaned up and the manager just shrugged. I demand a refund and since there's proof (the dead mouse in a towel and two teeth in a napkin) I am instantly granted this refund. I have never been this mad before. I felt the section of my brain that controls and distributes anger going overload.
Looking back, I feel bad for yelling so much, but at the same time, I feel it was also warranted. I cut my vacation by three days because of this event. I was too upset to even stay on vacation and just went home.
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