“10 Hotel Workers Reveal Shocking Guest Tales That Will Change How You Travel Forever!”
The manager said that if I didn’t clean the room I was fired. I said fine, you have a half an hour to get here because I am leaving. I was the only one there overnight. As she pulled into the parking lot a short time later I walked over to my car, didn’t even wait for her to get inside.
White dude, 6’3″, long gross dreadlocks and a Rasputin beard. Black gunky fingernails like a fairy-tale witch. He was all greasy and covered in what looked like soot. But hey he had an ID and a valid matching credit card so I said sure I’ll check you in. Don’t judge a book by its cover. This man dragged in a military duffle bag and went to his room. Our desk was directly adjacent to the elevator with the doors just to our right so we see everyone who comes and goes. Dude comes down about every 20 mins to “have a cigarette”. Walk out our front doors and we have smoking stations on either side of the door. You know those little sand pits for cig butts… Dude lights a cig. Takes a drag, gently sets it down in the sand. Walks over to the other side of the door. Lights another. Drags it. Sets that one down. Proceeds to walk back and forth dragging only once at each cig before returning to the other. Goes on like this for about 10 mins. Maybe he lit some more cause I feel like two cigs won’t last you 10 mins at the rate he was going. Anyways, then he goes back to his room and comes back 20 mins later and does it again… And again all afternoon. Guy comes out once more around 5pm and just blankly stares through the doors at the desk agents while he does his ritual. Then he just walks off. Disappears. Never comes back… Now I’m curious. So I go up with security to see if he destroyed the room. We open the door and immediately get a blast with the smell of bleach. The duffle bag he took up was on the bed. The bag was filled with like plastic Walmart bags. About 12 of them all tied up tight but filled with clothes literally soaking in bleach. Then we started to notice all these post it notes all over the place. Tons of them, like more than 100. Tucked in the corner of mirrors and picture frames and under the bed and taped all up inside the bathroom. All folded up. Naturally we open a few to see what they contain. Idk if this is some Magic the gathering lingo or dungeons and dragons talk but they all said like “+6 sword damage” “-3 mana” “+2 intelligence” and my personal favorite “x10 power to the 4th Mage” so we took to calling this dude the 4th Mage. Guy never came back for his murder clothes or what ever the hell his bleach soaked menagerie of t shirts was about… Anyways, if you ever see the 4th Mage in the Midwest, tell him he forgot his bag in Minnesota
I used to work at a hotel. I post on these guests often and I always intend on doing so. Three guests come to mind:
1) Guests wiped in the towels, smeared it on the walls, and laughed at housekeeping when they came in for service
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