Hotel Workers Are Revealing 30 Disgusting, Bizarre And Shocking Things They've Discovered In Guests' Rooms

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 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.

One of my favorite hotel stories (not a room, but the pool):

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. “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 f*****g it 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 f*****g kidding me!!” I’m shocked at the broken quietness as I see him jump up and exit the Lobby...

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.)

Arrested them both. They came back Monday afternoon (they were arrested on Friday night) to collect their property.

A bachelorette party came through and after they left the next night we had a new rule that charges a $400 glitter fee. But I mean you couldn't see the floor so much glitter. It's been a few years and you can probably still find glitter in the carpet throughout the hotel.

I worked security for a while at a really large hotel. Two stand out in my mind. The first, a guest that went out by ambulance because of some "allergic reaction" (what the guest claimed at least). The room was full of black and bloody diarrhea. The smell was horrible, I have never smelled s**t like that and hope to never again *gag*. The second wasn't something left but a assistance call. Elderly man was unresponsive when we got there. We used a defibrillator on him till the ambulance arrived and he actually survived. He came back to the hotel some months later to thank us, it was great. Most of those calls didn't end well so having one who survived and came back to say hey was nice.

Friend used to be a general manager. There was a guest who had stayed there for a few days but kept the do not disturb sign up not letting anyone in, well after 3 days they had to go in to clean the room and do a welfare check and they found this chick tied up to the bed with a camera on her. Some guy had kept her tied up for 3 days straight and was live streaming it somewhere.

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." Whole place smelled like a freakin rhino enclosure. Ruined the towels.

Someone pooped in the nightstand. It had been there long enough to dry out, so it took nearly an hour to scrub it clean.

Another room had bloody menstrual pads stuck all over the walls at random.

Not me but my dad. He was the director of housekeeping for a worldwide hotel chain. His housekeepers didn’t know what to do with a girthy 12-inch dildo suction cupped on the writing table. It was “still *very* moist” he said. Then he looked up who stayed in the room to see if maybe they wanted it back but it was 2 tiny, frail little old ladies (canes & all) and he said it was too embarrassing to contact them so he waited a bit to see if they’d call asking for it but they never did. He ended up throwing it out.

I was roadtripping alone, and decided to support the local economy of this small town I was stopping in and stay in a small family-owned motel instead of a chain.

It was obviously infested with bedbugs. Obvious... the next morning, that is. (I arrived late at night and went straight to bed.)

The worst thing was that I was moving myself out to college and had all my worldly possessions in the car with me. ALL of my clothing, ALL of my bedding, the few pieces of furniture I was bringing...

Fortunately, isolating everything that had been in that room in trashbags, and buying bedbug spray immediately prevented it from infesting everything I owned. But all the time I spent anticipating the worst got me hugely stressed out.

Two worst experiences I had to witness were:

A couple came to the desk early in the AM, they clearly had been in an all out fist fight. They were a cash paying customer and all they said was, “sorry, we got in a fight, there is blood in the room, we are HIV positive.” Then they took off. Room was an absolute horror show, had to hire special cleaners to come gut the room and ended up replacing basically everything in the room. Room was OOC for almost a year.

Same hotel, we had some wards of the state types staying. Worst were a couple with a newborn. They couldn’t afford basically anything, so made the decision to use our towels as diapers. The state wouldn’t let us kick them out and they were just taking the towels off the carts. Ended up having to evict them from the hotel as they had been there long enough to establish residency...

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 called Parks Canada to deal with it.

Guest was not charged a cleaning fee.

TLDR: a bear used a car as a ramp to get into a room at the property.

I used to work at a hotel as a housekeeper. The rule was when you finished all of your rooms you had to go help the other housekeepers (cause they like to go slow to get more hours and we just can't allow that). Anyways. So I wander up to the second floor down at the far end (Room 226, a double queen). The room hadn't been stripped yet (the bedding and trash is still in there) and I thought that was odd because normally we have all of the rooms stripped by noon and it was 3pm.
Well. I open the door and this overwhelming stench of s**t just slams into my face- not even like normal s**t smell either- like someone had been devouring hot sauce covered shrimp at an all you can eat buffet for three days. I pull my shirt collar up over my nose. It can't be that bad, they probably just didn't flush, right?
I press on into the bathroom, eyes beginning to water, my throat having dry involuntary seizures. I force my poor eyes open. NOTHING. The f*****g bathroom is spotless. Oh god! Where is it?! The panic sets in. I must go further into the darkness. I must cross the hotel room and open the window.
As light illuminates the room, I can finally see what the s**t demon has done. Do you remember the scene from Dogma, where the s**t demon comes out of the toilet? I think he left there and checked right on in to my hotel. C**p was smeared all over the white duvets and sheets on both beds- this dude had literally s**t himself smeared it in the bed, switched beds, and s**t in that one too! He left a trail of sickly brown matter across the carpet, decorated with tiny surprise s**t nuggets just for me.
I noped. I told front desk that I absolutely refused to clean that room and of they wanted to write me up/fire me I would be fine with that.

Cleaned dorm rooms after my classmates moved out for the summer.

Not very fun : A desk drawer stuffed with used tampons.

Even less fun : The nest of wasps that were feeding on them.

Pretty f*****g terrible : Knowing exactly whose tampons I was cleaning up and tampon-fed wasps I was being stung by.

The worst part : After some reflection, realizing that she was ashamed of being a normal, healthy girl. That really bummed me out.

My ex-wife projectile vomited all over a room at the La Quinta in Somerville after way too many SoCo’s at the Rattlesnake. I cannot drive 93 Northbound out of Boston without some degree of shame. Sorry, La Quinta workers. I did the best I could, but there was only so much that could be done. Also, this is one of the many reasons she is now my ex-wife.

Not a hotel worker but I found a webcam in the air vent

Empty boxes of fried chicken and the bones laying all over the floor between beds, white powder on the dresser and a lamp thrown through the glass door dividing two rooms of a suite once.

Dirty diapers and birthday cake smashed into the walls. People get really s**tty when you have to kick them out for trying to have a party.

I think the only one that tops that was a guest's corpse (full disclosure - I wasn't the one who found that). The guy downed a fifth of wild turkey and a bottle of pills. Never found out why. For those with dark humor though, we Googled him afterwards and found out he owned a funeral home. My manager asked me why he would bother to do it in the hotel considering that (I was the one who found out about that) and my first response was ” you NEVER mix your business with pleasure".

Old couple checked out and left a huge box of sex toys. Not that bad right?

We keep items for 90 days, hotel gets first dibs after that (say it's an iPad that would be good for something) then whoever found it gets second dibs, then GM, then it's whoever wants it.

Head house keeper kept them locked in her desk bc she wanted first dibs and was scared someone else would take them.

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 disturb sign.

Maid calls down and says the room has a strong chemical odor and found bags of pee and poop in the drawers.

It was a hallway. I worked the front desk. A little league baseball team was staying the night and a guest complained to my manager about bats flying around.

My manager assumed the baseball team was just being roudy and headed up to tell them to calm down.

Turns out it wasn't baseball bats... Just a normal ol' flying bat hanging out in the hallway.

Worst to clean up, not because it was gross, but because it was annoying and time consuming, was popcorn. A baseball team stayed in a couple rooms and I guess they had those like caramel popcorn balls? That they had just thrown all over the room. At the walls, furniture. It stuck to the carpet and was almost impossible to vacuum.