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One time, while an older man was checking out, he handed my manager an extra $50 for the “inconvenience” — but didn’t go into detail. When housekeeping went to his room, there was blood everywhere: on the floors, the bathroom mirror, even the shower! We never figured out where it all came from. It legitimately looked like he murdered someone in there. We had to call the police and have a special hazmat cleaner come in.
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Upon entering a room after a group of construction workers left, I was taken aback by the smell of piss, beer, and cigarettes. The floor had pee and beer stains all over it, and was covered in used condoms. Despite the hotel being smoke-free, the blankets were full of burn holes, and when I finally got to the bathroom, I found the toilet clogged with shit, on the verge of overflowing. I ended up running to vomit in the trash and called for backup. I still gag thinking about it.
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A guest called asking me to send up a plunger, and was very adamant about not needing any extra help — just a plunger. Half an hour later, he came down with water stains up to his thighs, wanting to switch rooms. I told him we were sold out, he said that was bullshit, and disappeared. The next day, my manager walked into his office and screamed — it was filled with water! We went to the room above the office, and it was plunger man’s room! He claimed he fell asleep and left the tub running. But it gets even better: Later that same day, an older man stopped by the hotel, saying he was pretty positive his son stole his credit card and was staying at our hotel. You guessed it — his son was plunger man!
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I was making a bed in a room with my co-worker when we noticed a tube of lube on the nightstand. We giggled, but didn’t think anything of it. When I pulled up the sheets, I grabbed something that felt like a large beaded necklace, so I held it up and made a joke about tacky jewelry. My co-worker shrieked, “THOSE ARE ANAL BEADS!” I screamed, threw them, and gagged.
3.
I checked in this cute elderly couple and sent them to their room. Minutes later, the woman called the front desk, saying the room was unacceptable — she didn’t give a reason, but was persistent. I promptly got them another, apologized, and sent a housekeeper to look at the original one. She discovered the room was mistakenly put in the system as “clean,” when in fact, it very much was not: There were adult toys, lube, and ~niche~ magazines. I accidentally sent a cute grandma and grandpa into someone’s personal porn den.
2.
The place I worked at had this regular who stayed for a couple of days every few months on business. One night he checked in, and the next day the police turned up! It turned out he was using a fake passport and fake identity, and was actually one of the U.K.’s most-wanted men at the time, as a serial sex offender. The guy even has a Wikipedia page detailing his crime spree.
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I work the front desk. One morning, a housekeeper burst in, screaming, “301 IS DEAD!” I called emergency services, trying to get as many details as possible from this poor woman. She saw a body on the bed with an electrical cord around the neck. The police arrived, I gave them a key, and after a few minutes one of the officers came down and said, “There’s no body.” Apparently some funny guys decided to leave a fake murder scene for us to find. The officer said it was so realistic, he didn’t notice it was fake until he went to take the sheet away from the “head.” Our housekeeper was traumatized.
h/t BuzzFeed