K, you all know when you work at a hotel, you get lots of stories, good and bad, to tell to people. So, back in my day, I was a house keeper.. Ya, I was the ANNOYING housekeeper that kept knocking on your door saying “Housekeeping” until you answered it so that I could come in and clean up after you! Oh, there have been some DOOZYS let me tell ya. I can’t believe how rude people are when they stay at hotels! One room had crap ALL OVER it, yep, you heard me CRAP! Some people left tips, which is something I do ALL the time now when I stay at hotels, it is sooo appreciated, and some people leave crap… sigh.. I needed the money, so I stuck with it, put on my gloves and went to work.
Then, I moved up to the front desk. Woohooo….not really…I had just started working night shift and was just walking in the door to release the other person. She ran up to me and said “Didn’t you hear?!” and I said no, what? And here is where the story begins..
I guess the night before (a night I called in sick), some guy in room 229 blew his brains out. I guess the night person who was covering for me, heard what sounded like a gun shot but then thought, nah, so went about his business. Well, the next morning when the housekeeper (thank God it was not me!) went to knock on the door, no one answered. She put her key card in to go into the room and the lock was latched still from the inside. She ran downstairs to tell front desk. They checked and noticed that that person never checked out. It was after 1pm and check out was at 11 am. So, they grabbed our boss at the time and he went up to check it out. He pounded on the door to no avail either. He used the key card to open the door and maybe push the lock somehow open. When he did this, he noticed a mans feet sticking out of the bathroom, lifeless. He immediately called the cops and they came right out. When the cops got there, they kicked in the door, and there was that guy, laying in a pool of his own blood. Apparently he was depressed about something and stayed at this motel with the intentions of killing himself which he succeeded in. So sad.
So they took the body away right before I got there. I went up to that room right before my shift started, (I am the cat, and curiosity always kills me..) I remember as soon as I opened that door, I felt the heaviest, saddest feeling in the world! I will never forget the smell of blood and I will never forget the mess I saw before me. NEVER. I should not have looked. That night I prayed for this mans family. I prayed for them so hard. He had kids, though I don’t know how many and I think he had a wife too.
So now, every time I stay in motels or hotels or whatever, I am always haunted by “what if?” What if the room I am staying in, someone did that? I try to stay away from the room 229.. I have so many stories of the hotels that I worked at, but this one was a memorable one in a bad way! I am not being negative, I just wanted to share with you all what I witnessed and how it made me feel! You just NEVER know! K, I am done
“Do you have any stories you would like to share? Lets hear ’em!”
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