Hotel Horror Stories From The Road

KoolKat9Lives

KoolKat9Lives

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We seasoned travelers all have a couple, eh?

This one is from the US Open a couple years ago in a land far, far away...

I'm "sharing" a room with my good friend, AZB's "fat Albert". I trundle back to our double room before him @ 1:30 am. It's the battle of the snorers, and it's "1st horse down, wins". :o Exhausted and tipsy after 14+ hours of watching The Open, with a side dish of Q Masters play, I lay my head down.

When suddenly there's seemingly an explosion. Like a cockpit ejection seat, I projectile elevate and emote a deafening scream. We all knew the hurricane was nearing. This was the end of Virginia Beach as we knew it. I think the hurricane was named Barry, but I forget.

I luckily sustain no injury to this point and awake at 3 am to find my fat Albert suposedly fast asleep in the next bed. He's all fat and happy as he then proceeds to peel paint off the walls while sawing more logs than Paul Bunyan. I proceed to beat upon him with a pillow. Over and over, to no avail. He's been overserved as well.

Me, in my biotchy state take Matters into my own hand. "I'll show him!". I grab me a 3 cent full size miniscule hotel towel as a blanket - and go to my savior, my car. I fully recline the drivers side seat and place the towel, wanna be hankerchief, over me.

I temporarily succeed. Til Albert comes out feeling guilty (more to that forthcoming) and invites me back in. My reply might have been something like "Get the F away from me you MF'g F'g demon of the snore!". He retreated to the comfort of a $70 hotel room. Wisely.

Then came the front of the hurricane on Sunday morn of The Open, 5 am. It brought a cold front that my towel hankerchief could not hold a candle to as I lay vulnerable in my skivies.

Rain went sideways and my car rocked to and fro more than a Van Halen concert. Relentless rocking and noise. I did survive and our entourage did get out of VA Beach a couple hours before too late, as did the last lingerers from that Open 2 years ago (or was it 3?).

THE EXPLOSION YOU ASK? :eek:

fat Albert, who gives my the 7 out in snoring, had come into the room where I was allegedly snoring (rather too loudly for his liking). He grabbed a 7 pound phone book and got under the covers. He then hoisted that book high and slammed it down hard upon the floor not 3 feet from my head. Then faked being asleep. Sneaky bastard won that one.

I should have beaten him like the chicken fried steak they serve at Q Masters.


What stories might you have that is publishable?
 
I Fat Albert do atttest to the above story but for one fact that was omitted. Had I beat him to the room it would have been me writting the story. Kool Kat can snore with the best of them. Moral or the story go to bed first and when you retreat to the quietness and serenity of you car grab a blanket not a towel
 
In 1980, while riding the Wall of Death, we were doing a spot in Savannah Georgia.

If I was traveling by myself, I would usually sleep on the floor of the Motor Drome.

But, I had a girl with me so was staying in Hotel Rooms. Once the Drome was set up, I would try and get a cheap room somewhere close to the fair grounds to cut down on travel time and expense.

Well, I got one but wasn't paying much attention at the time. Apparently, the Hotel had caught fire, but they were still renting out rooms that could still be inhabited, barely.

It was the back end of the Hotel so the damage was not visible from the front.

Not bad except that there was a fairly large hole in the floor of our room and you could see what was going on in the room below us.

Anyway, there was a boulevard in the street we were staying at, beautiful palm trees lining it. Up to this point in my travels, I had never seen a palm tree before.

I also found out why the song, Rainy Night in Georgia was written. It rained every evening and let off in the morning. I absolutely loved it.

I would sit out on the balcony, put the chair back against the wall, pull out my small Buck Knife and whittle a piece of wood.

One night, I couldn't find a decent piece of wood to whittle so I carved off a piece of the railing. I didn't figure they would miss it as the Hotel was probably coming down soon.

Other than that, the usual Roach Motel that you shared with the Mice and Roaches.

After the norm of sleeping on the floor of the Motor Drome, which was a Tradition actually, one didn't get too picky about who your room guests, or Pests are.

I was a little disappointed at the end of our spot in Savannah, as David Allen Coe was playing at a small bar on the eve of the day that we had to depart.
 
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I Fat Albert do atttest to the above story but for one fact that was omitted. Had I beat him to the room it would have been me writting the story. Kool Kat can snore with the best of them. Moral or the story go to bed first and when you retreat to the quietness and serenity of you car grab a blanket not a towel
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I DID go to sleep 1st. And then 3rd... :eek:

Grabbing a blanket vs a towel apparently was above my pay grade at that moment in time.

But trust me, I could've dropped that phone book 10 times in a row and you'd sleep through it. You don't fight fair!
 
Well, my roomies narrowly escaped a horror story..

The housekeeping threw out my mouthguard, which I use because I grind the @#%^ out of my teeth when I sleep. I was up playing pool for about 24 hours, so I hadn't slept in the room at night for a couple of days. On the last night, one roomie did wake up, but was lucky because he can fall right back to sleep during anything apparently. He was absolutely amazed at the strange sound it made. I've heard it likened to sneakers on a basketball court, ducks quacking or nails on a chalkboard, among a few other things.

A couple of years ago, I went to Vegas with my g/f and her friend. The guard I had at the time was a bit old and definitely worn from grinding the hard plastic away. Well, while I slept, or half-slept, I thought it was a cough drop and tried to swallow it, only to wake up immediately to think, "crap, I was sleeping, that wasn't a cough drop". I tried to puke it up to no avail. Yeah, that was a fun experience.

Lesson learned.. have a spare for Vegas.

This is what it looks like:

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The first orthodontist that I went to was shocked to see how quickly I had ground notches in it. :eek: Wouldn't have even known I did that if somebody hadn't told me.
 
lmao Banks. I bet you knew when it came out the other end!

KK9 <-- has no clue how that thing works and what Freudian childhood experience brought this condition upon you. :wink:
 
This is a bit npr, but I'll tell it anways... One time I was in Wyoming at a youth hostel, and we were playing a poker game at about 1 or 2 in the morning. A friend comes into the room and asks to borrow a pair of rock climbing shoes I had from a backpacking trip earlier in the month. I asked him why the hell would he need them at that time of night?? He then told me his plan to rappel from the second or third story to the street with bed sheets tied in water knots (for no apparent reason)... I told him no, I don't want blood on my shoes, but good luck. He ended up getting down safely, but was locked out of the building for some period of time. Drunk people do some crazy sh*t.
 
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lmao Banks. I bet you knew when it came out the other end!

KK9 <-- has no clue how that thing works and what Freudian childhood experience brought this condition upon you. :wink:
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I thought we were keeping this to the hotel room! :o

On another note, I got my first experience of busting a player during that pool bender. He probably needs one now. :thumbup:
 
Don't think it's a "horror story" but a few months back I entered my son in the NJ 10 ball championship, he ended up doing well and it was well after 10pm when he was done. I did not feel like driving 3 hours back to MA. We found a cheap chain hotel near the pool room (Econo Lodge I think).

After I got home I found out they charged me an extra $30 for a missing pillow LOL The best part was that I was telling my son that they had some pretty bad pillows for a hotel so for me to steal a pillow after that would have been extra funny.

Took a few weeks to finally get a hold of the manager and get the charge reversed but it's a cause for some laughter between my son and I as an inside joke.
 
I was in Arizona looking for a place to buy , the place I was staying was really nice but expensive after a couple of weeks so I downgraded a bit.
I woke up a couple days later itching and it took me another day or 2 to realize the place had bedbugs. I did a little research and went looking , all the literature said , they were about the size of specks of pepper.
The son of a bitces I found were bigger than mosquitos, I had one fall off while I went to the bathroom and I heard it hit the tile floor!
I told the management and they said I had brought them with me . lol
I threw away everything I could and washed the rest twice. set off a bug bomb in my car with everything I owned in it. and never saw one again.
I have dealt with a lot of crap in my life , but those things are about as repulsive as it gets for me
 
Planned a trip to San Francisco with family, used trip advisor etc, found a decent priced hotel. Pictures were nice, reviews were all good.

Got there, was not in the best neighborhood for family. Room was thimble sized, though clean to be fair. Bathroom also clean, but reminded me of a small closet.

Figured we were just sleeping there and touring most of the day so what the heck.

Came back to the hotel after a day of sightseeing, to find three police cars with lights and brights blocking our parking in front of our room. They had kicked in the door of the room a few doors down and arrested a guy, not sure why.

Posted a review to warn others on the site - can't remember which - that we booked from, they edited it so only the nice things I said were in the review. :mad:

Unfortunately, no pool involved. And I certainly would not have swam in theirs lol.
 
KK9, not exactly a horror story but it does involve a hotel and I think even now still pretty funny.

So anyone remember the old Mcdermott Tour? Well we would head down to one of the stops everytime it came thru. We would play in tourny but none of could've cared less about that, we were there for the action just as much for the partying ( we all partied like rock stars whole time there so lots of fun for sure.

So we left the pool hall one night and I was having a hotel party back at my room. My running buddy that was with me and he weighed 450+ lbs. He went by Glen Furnie Fats. Anyhow party was off the hook going great and he decided to get up on the table and dance. Fats 1, table 0.... They actually tried to make me pay for the table???

Same trip me and Fats were riding go karts ( the real ones ) and we were flying around the tracks and he went to turn - guess he was a little too strong cause he slammed the steering wheel to make the sharp turn and it came off in his hand!!!! Fats 1, go kart 0. Well he was going full speed headed dead into a sharp turn and either panicked or couldn't get his foot off the gas ( he was wedged in there pretty good ). He slammed into the wall full speed and came FLYING out of the kart ( seatbelts didn't fit ) flew thru the air like superman, landed on a fence pole and it went up his ass. Not joking, literally! Call the ambulance, Fence pole 1, Fats 0000uch!!!

Same trip, saw a girl I thought was cute just banging some balls around on a table so I go to talk to her. I ended asking her if shed like for me to show her a couple things, she just replies " no thanks - I think ill be alright " so I go back over with my friend red- headed Jeremy and he asks me what I said. He just laughing his ass off and asked me if I knew who that was? I say no idea. He proceeds to tell me thats xxxxxxxxx from the women's pro tour :) how smooth is that?

Ok last one guys - same trip.

I get called to play a match and I draw someone who was on the pro tour. Like I said I was just there to have a good time but from the time I walked up to the table he was like the biggest dick! Ok whatever, im not sweating it. So just after we started playing I notice one of the most beautiful girls I think I've ever seen standing in a doorway watching our match. Im like oh yeah she's totally checking me out! So when not my turn at the table I was over in the doorway talking to her. After a little while this guy im playing is really starting to piss me off so im standing over with this chic and im telling her what a dick, what a J-off, and anything else I could think to call him at that particular time. She allowed my rant uninterrupted. Then proceeds to inform me that's who she was there with and he was her boyfriend. She was totally cool though, I guess she already knew. Its all good though, asked me where I played out of, stopped by bout a month or so later and we ended up dating.
 
Some time ago, I was like 20, the pool hall was closing...a bunch of us
wanted to play poker. Nobody's old lady was going for a game in their
home so we rented a hotel room under an assumed name.
( one of those old train station hotels, seen better days)

By four in the morning, I had most of the money and the game broke up.
One guy laid down on the bed, everybody else left but me and Wally, the
art dealer. He was the biggest loser but he still had lots of dough.
We played gin rummy till I won it all, including 400 in South African rand notes.
I offered him some 'get home' money.....he said he didn't like to take money
for nothing but if he could rip a telephone book in half, would I give him
cab fare home? I said "Sure." He ripped the book real quick....must have
been over 4 inches thick.
I paid him and got him to rip the yellow pages also.

They were renovating our floor and one floor below...the doors were all
open....so I started bringing arm loads of telephone books and he just
kept on ripping them, he was like a machine.

Time to go, so I woke the guy who was sleeping...he told me to leave
him alone. I told him he didn't want to be explaining about 40 ripped
telephone books when the maid came in....he looks around and wants
to know what the hell happened.
I told him there must be a circus in town....and it's a good think that
gorilla just picked on the books. :cool:
 
You rode the wall of death!!! Your bad mother trucker! lol That used to come to the fair in York pa. every year and I always went in more then once has a kid. This would have been around 30 years a go. It never got old lol



Blue Hog ridr said:
In 1980, while riding the Wall of Death, we were doing a spot in Savannah Georgia.

If I was traveling by myself, I would usually sleep on the floor of the Motor Drome.

But, I had a girl with me so was staying in Hotel Rooms. Once the Drome was set up, I would try and get a cheap room somewhere close to the fair grounds to cut down on travel time and expense.

Well, I got one but wasn't paying much attention at the time. Apparently, the Hotel had caught fire, but they were still renting out rooms that could still be inhabited, barely.

It was the back end of the Hotel so the damage was not visible from the front.

Not bad except that there was a fairly large hole in the floor of our room and you could see what was going on in the room below us.

Anyway, there was a boulevard in the street we were staying at, beautiful palm trees lining it. Up to this point in my travels, I had never seen a palm tree before.

I also found out why the song, Rainy Night in Georgia was written. It rained every evening and let off in the morning. I absolutely loved it.

I would sit out on the balcony, put the chair back against the wall, pull out my small Buck Knife and whittle a piece of wood.

One night, I couldn't find a decent piece of wood to whittle so I carved off a piece of the railing. I didn't figure they would miss it as the Hotel was probably coming down soon.

Other than that, the usual Roach Motel that you shared with the Mice and Roaches.

After the norm of sleeping on the floor of the Motor Drome, which was a Tradition actually, one didn't get too picky about who your room guests, or Pests are.

I was a little disappointed at the end of our spot in Savannah, as David Allen Coe was playing at a small bar on the eve of the day that we had to depart.
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One time in band camp... Was again at The Open. (This is NOT a happy ending).

Our troop was at Q Masters and I ordered chicken fried steak, covered and smothered. We were in the back room doing a bit o' gambling on a tighter than tick table. I don't recall missing a shot for hours, some of the best playing my dumb-azz may have ever played.

We went back to the Open venue. At @ 1:30 am watching JA - I was feeling "WTF"? and headed to my shared room. My room-mate "Preacher Jeff" was fast asleep on his back.

He'd chain locked the door and was rather unresponsive.

Yelling yielded nothing. The front desk idiot had no answers.

So I came with (what I thought was) a GREAT idea. I went to the vending machine and bought some peanut M&M's and proceeded to throw them at him through a 2 inch door chain opening. "I'll show you MFer!"
Tough throw for sure.

It didn't work after half a packet.

Miraculously, he finally awoke.

Then.... I laid down and began to sweat. WTF? Felt like dog sh1t.


Next day I opened my styrofoam left-over container of chicken fried steak and it was beet red raw covered in southern white stuff that looked like vomit.

That was 3 hours on a hotel bathroom floor I'd like back.
 
On one trip to the US 1Pocket Open up in Kalamazoo I checked into the hotel, went up to my assigned room, ran the plastic key through the slot, got the green light, opened the door, saw two guys in bed, and went back down to the desk just about the same time their front desk phone exploded.

Once at the DCC I checked into my room where the walls are so thin -- how thin are they -- they are so thin I could hear two Asian women in the next room talking to each other non-stop. Sounded like they were reciting the Chinese phone book.

And once, when I was traveling a lot for the USAF, I was out in Vegas and there was a knock on my door in the middle of the night. I don't make a habit of opening my hotel door to just anyone, especially in the middle of the night, but when I looked through the little peep-hole I couldn't resist. I open the door and there is this beautiful, petite, red-headed woman standing there in a blue short skirt and high heels. She looked a little inebriated. She sees me and giggles, "Oh. I am so sorry. Wrong room." I was sorry too.

Lou Figueroa
 
In Columbia , Mo for a state tourny around84-85, stayed at a place called the tiger inn. Like walking back into the twenties. Red carpets in the hallways, shoulda known when they handed us our "heaters".
Told us there was a frat party that night so they would put a couple of floors between us. About two hours of Conga music and dancing from room to room, kinda calms down , just falling asleep, when outside ourdoor is heard what I still to this day say was a live tigers roar. Layed in bed for about a minute, looked at her, she was having no part of it, so I moseyed up un locked the door, nothing. Called my partner next door and he heard the same thing.
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worst and a few of interest

Worst room ever was right over the kitchen. The stale grease smell was awful but it was the natural gas smell that really had my attention. Real fear it was heavy enough to kill you or a stray spark cause a massive explosion. Went down to the desk and argued awhile before getting a refund, obviously I was too picky! They weren't concerned about a little natural gas and just rented to somebody else.

Stayed in a few rooms where the doors had been knocked off the hinges and crudely patched and at least one where it was definitely bullet holes in the wall!

Speaking of which, my brother was traveling with his family and drove further than he should. Convention in town, exhausted, he took the only room he could find. Door was in similar shape but he had to crash. He took the bed and side of the bed closest to the door and went to sleep. One in the morning, banging on the door and somebody hollering for someone, a name he didn't know, to come out or the door was going again. He took up position to commence fire if the door crashed open but after a long five minutes or so the irate mate went away.

Stopped in a hotel in Oklahoma right after a dust storm. Decent place normally but it had very thick coating of fine dust everywhere, went right through the upper sheets and bedspreads!

Just a chuckle, my brother and I were traveling together in the four corners area. No city close, a medium sized motel in this town with a bunch of Harley's in the parking lot. Stepped in the office and the owner took one look at me and my brother. "Y'all don't look like the kind of guys to be bothered by a few bikers, you look like triple A members too!" He thought he had made a nice score renting a bunch of rooms to a biker group fairly early in the evening until he discovered he was getting zero other business! He gave us a nice price and we of course had no issues with the Harley riders.

Hu
 
Vegas rooms to remember

One year that I played in the BCA Nationals in Las Vegas, I could only get a room for three days right next to the Riveria, I think it was the La Quinta, not the national chain, Check in and go to room, it was painted purple, and the TV was a snow storm, vending machine right outside the door along with the ice machine, even better was the pool directly in front of the room, It was not a great 3 days,

So, Now I need a new room and since I have a car I figure go downtown, and check into the Golden Gate, this is way before the Fremont Experience and you could still drive on the street, Rooms that week were a premium, Some of the Monster hotels were not built back then but Im able to get a room, I'm with a friend, and we go to the room.

First thing I notice is the bed is broken, one of the legs is missing and this thing leans with my feet pointed at the floor and the Tv was no better than the last one, I Call for repairs, its still day time and head back to the Riveria, I get back later that night to get some sleep, and the nightmare begins. There are no drapes, only some light weight window covers and with those neon signs blinking and flashing it was like a twilight zone experience, so hearing the traffic and the lights flashing on and off with different colors , it was hard to get to sleep, and then it became apparent it was not going to get better.

Right next store was the Pioneer Casino with that big Cowboy neon sign, a little known fact is that in his boot is a loud speaker that blurts out every 2 minutes, “HOWDEY PARTNER, WELCOME TO DOWNTOWN LAS VEGAS”, over and over and over all night long.

I had enough, and we went into the Pioneer and sat down at a black Jack table, and every hand dealt we sang out, “HOWDEY PARTNER, WELCOME TO DOWNTOWN LAS VEGAS”, the pit boss comes over and asks what’s going on, I explain that its 2am, I’m right next store and that Cowboy keeps repeating the same thing and I just can’t get any sleep with him going on and on. Thankfully he talks with someone and gets it turned off.

Next day I get knocked out and go party a little, and when I get back to the room my friend was in there with a hooker, going at it, well she flips out, wants extra cash because I show up and causes a huge scene , hotel security shows up, says a few words to her and she splits, thinking all is fine I figure I’ll get some sleep, but wait, apparently we were disturbing the other hotel guests and we were invited to vacate the room at once.

So, off we go, around 1am, head over to Binions parking garage, so the morning sun don’t cook us, try to get some sleep in the car, all my friend rambles about is how fine that girl was and why did I have to show up when I did, otherwise we would still be in the room, I reminded him of a little device in hotels called a,"Do Not Disturb" sign and he shuts up.

Next morning heading back home I got a little confused about the traffic signals at an intersection that was a three way and turned right in front of Las Vegas cops, who thinks it important to pull me over, out of the car, you been drinking, your eyes are blood shot, any drugs, I explain to him what a night I had had, was confused about the signal, and to my surprise he tells me, “Be more careful and enjoy your stay in Las Vegas.” Little did he know I was hitting the 15 out of there.
 
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