Working at a hotel is one of the most interesting jobs out there. But some of these hotel employees have seen way too many things that have scarred them for life.
When People Ignore Your Existence

“My wife did room service for a resort hotel, and often served sports stars with no idea who they were (the hotel liked it this way; fanboyism was a cause to be immediately fired).
Best story was when Tiger Woods was blowing up and getting super famous. He pops up on the TV and my wife says ‘I know that a–hole!’
Turns out she delivered lunch to his room about a year before, and his dad flipped s— when my wife tried to get a tip. The food was for his dad, and Tiger just sat there eating Lucky Charms and watching Looney Tunes…like nobody else was in the room.
They stiffed her on the tip, then Earl got offended and screamed obscenities at her until she left empty-handed. She said Tiger never acknowledged her or the scene.”
She Was So Embarrassed By What She Did

“I work the front desk in a hotel. My favorite was when I wasn’t working (I actually just got off my shift) when a large wedding party came back late at night absolutely trashed and eventually they all went to their rooms. A while later, the current desk person gets a call to the 4th floor immediately.
Turns out, one woman’s boyfriend locked her drunk a– out of the room…completely naked. Not one to complain, she decided to sleep it off on the couches we put in the elevator areas on each floor. Still naked. My coworker went and put a blanket on her and she woke up and said she was going to sue. She peed on the couch and threw up on it, but eventually got back into her room. The next morning she was so embarrassed she ran past the front desk to leave.”
Christmas Will Never Be The Same

“My mom was a hotel general manager and I basically grew up in hotels.
The worst was a man who hung himself in the hotel room. On Christmas Eve. He’d driven through the night to see his kids for Christmas, and his ex wouldn’t let him see them. So he went back to his hotel room and hung himself.
My mom is still traumatized over finding his body. After that, she organized a party in the hotel lobby for every Christmas eve and always invited all the guests, to try to get people out of their rooms and lift their spirits if they were spending Christmas in the hotel.”
How The Guy Got Banned

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“My brother worked in a bigger hotel in the center of Amsterdam. He was a mini-bar filler for the rooms. So normally they knock about 3 times before going into rooms.
He had one room, no answer. So he went inside to start filling up the mini-bar. As he goes in he sees a small black case in the middle of the room. A second later, a skinny naked guy pops up from behind the wall holding an object and stuffing euros in my brother’s hand.
At this point, my brother sees the money and plays along for the moment. The guy opens the briefcase and summons an even bigger object from it and starts using it. My brother stands there in slight awe, as the guy tells him to wait and stuffs more money in his hands. This all is happening very quickly.
Next thing my brother knows (he was holding a lot of money at that moment), the guy has placed himself on a small stool and is begging my brother to start smacking him on the a– with one of those table tennis bats from hell (black leather with metal pins on them). My brother sees the money again, start smacking the guy on his a– like 3 or 4 times before hitting him so hard he falls off the stool. My brother leaves with the money…the guy still begging for more.
Brother tells management, the guy is banned from the hotel.”
The Job Is Just Too Interesting To Ever Leave

“I work as a housekeeper at a casino during the party hours and have been there for awhile… I have so many stories to share from how crazy it is there. It’s pretty hard to believe the s— I’ve seen.
Some fun stories:
I got called to go close down a restroom because a young woman was having a miscarriage right there. I also had an older gentleman ask me if I had a boyfriend, while I was cleaning the restroom and we were all alone and he grabbed me and kissed me. He was later escorted out with his wife…
I have also been attacked by a pantsless man, I’ve seen women s— on the floor in front of me, and a nice intoxicated man deciding it would be funny to pee on people.
Also, there was a time a guy got stabbed in the neck… not 100 feet away from me. I didn’t see it but I sure as hell heard the commotion.
I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon because it’s just so interesting.”
At Least He Got A Good Tip

“Never worked at a hotel, but delivered pizza there.
This one time this guy orders a pizza in the most run-down motel in town. I go out there. He says ‘come on in’. I usually will not go INSIDE places but for whatever reason, I took one step in.
There’s a girl sitting in a haze on the bed – like nonresponsive staring – wearing only underwear.
I got my money and leave, not saying anything. I get half way to the car and the guy leans out and says, ‘Hey,’ and gestures for me to come back.
I’m a little nervous at this point as he’s hanging out of his door (could have a weapon in his other hand?) and only approach half way. He comes all the way out with more money (thankfully not a weapon and says, ‘Here, has a little extra tip. The w—- gave me a discount when she saw the size of my d—,’ with a big ole’ smile on his face. (I’m not sure if the discount is because it was big or small?)
Now I knew full well that I shouldn’t have touched this nasty drugged out prostitute and sleazy guy money… but of course I did.”
The Police Reports Did Not Add Up

“I worked at a seven-story hotel in Illinois and one night a man tried to climb out a 7th story window to the roof, a real daredevil. He fell to his death and the scene that followed was one of the most WTF moments of my life, and really changed my perception of people in general.
It turned out that while climbing out the window his girlfriend tickled him, causing him to fall. Later, when outside, she screamed that over and over, ‘I didn’t mean to make him fall, I was only tickling him.’ I thought she would die just crying.
In their panic, the 4 remaining people in the room took the elevator to the basement, instead of the ground floor and proceeded to punch holes in the wall because they were so stoned and wasted they couldn’t find their way out. One got out but the rest were down there for over an hour.
When the woman finally got outside, where I headed after calling the police, she literally clawed at me and begged me to do CPR in spite of a gusher of blood coming out of his mouth, he was obviously done. It was a confusing and chaotic night after that. I was the manager on duty and so I was the one who let the police into the room. I watched the police chaplain gather up all the drugs and paraphernalia into a shopping bag, and he did a thorough search, too. There was tons of it, more drugs than I have ever seen before or since. It took hours to clean everything up and the last thing to happen was the fire department hosing the blood away.
What was so WTF that changed my view on people? The official police report stated that drugs were suspected to play a role but none were found in the room. It was just stated that man fancied himself a daredevil and others in the room didn’t notice he was gone for several minutes. All total lies. I’ll never believe another police report as long as I live. I’ll never believe another news story, even a small one. What happened and what was reported were so different, I wondered if something had happened at another hotel the same night.
One of the most WTF nights of my life.”
She Was Definitely Fired After That Ridiculousness

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“This woman at the hotel bar started drinking too much and she was also with her boss and colleagues. She was probably about 30 and really pretty, but she started to get angry and started cussing because we cut her off. She wouldn’t stand for this ‘blasphemy’ and instead of just going upstairs by herself to her room and just tearing apart the mini fridge like Denzel from ‘Flight,’ she decided to take the high road.
Long story short, she punched her boss in the face and then took off around the hotel. Now, the hotel is oval shaped so she was basically doing laps. Every time she ran past the bar she would run screaming and give the middle finger to all her colleagues. Some staff started chasing her and we called the cops.
On one of her last laps, she squatted down in her skirt and started taking the biggest s—, I mean she literally squatted, looked up and had the same face of the girl from ‘The Exorcist,’ and just went all over the floor. This vile pile of disgusting fury rushed out of her a– and the whole time she was just screaming at the top of her lungs and also was kind of barking like a dog. She was doing this in front of everyone at the bar including everyone she works with. Then she just stood up and started running again as s— was still streaming down her leg.
At this point, none of her colleagues were saying anything and they were just staring in awe. As I was behind the bar laughing hysterically, I remember her boss just so calmly saying, ‘Well, that b—- is fired.’ The laughing continued from the staff side. All the colleagues were as quiet as a funeral. The stench, by the way, was repulsive. She was arrested, obviously. Oh yeah, and the boss left the entire staff a great tip.”
The Horror Of What That Man Has Seen

“A lot of regular stuff like destroyed toilets, drunken shenanigans (kebab locked in a hotel safe for a couple weeks), and people passed out in hallways, but the top 3 stories I tell most often are:
1) There was once a vast quantity of clear liquid dripping from the ceiling of a 5-star hotel bedroom ceiling. Oh s—! A leak! Call the maintenance guy! Nah, it was lube.
2) Another time, a couple in a double room requested clean towels/bedding. I knocked loudly, announcing, ‘Housekeeping,’ then a guy’s voice shouted, ‘Sure, come in!’ When I opened the door, he was standing right in front of it with his girlfriend doing things to him. I apologized and start backing away. She kept right on going. I was kind of envious of her concentration skills.
3) In a hostel made up of mostly dorm rooms with those false ceiling tiles that can be lifted up, we got complaints of noise in the ceiling throughout the day. Each time I went to investigate there was nothing in the room and no noise while I was there. This happened several times until I went into one room and found a wonky ceiling tile. So I climbed onto a top bunk and lifted the tile up. Just inside I found a half empty bottle of vodka. I looked around and about three feet away is a stinking drunk backpacker staring at me. He’d been scampering around in the ceiling like a giant rat for the whole day. I shouted at him to get down and ended up grabbing him by the ankle until he gave in and slithered down onto the bed.
People do crazy s— in hotels man.”
He Caused The Swat Team To Pay A Visit

“My family owns and operates a 3-star motel in a decently big city. I’ve spent 14 of my 25 years living here, so many weird/odd/wtf things have been witnessed by my me and my brother.
When I was about 15 we had hired a full-time maintenance guy that lived on the property and was on call 24/7. Spring and summers are very busy times due to conventions and the like, so he as a welcome addition to the staff/family (most of our staff has been with us for 10+ years, and we treat them like it too).
The maintenance guy, we’ll call him Mike, was a hard-working, no-nonsense straight to the point yes man. As a kid, I never really paid attention to the numerous ‘odd’ tattoos on his body, or the gold teeth, or his love of chains. To me, he was the guy who was awesome, since he always helped me practice my basketball skills.
One day out of the blue he says he needs a few days off to go handle some ‘personal business.’ A few days after he leaves, we got a call from a detective asking if Mike was on the property, to which my dad replied, ‘He went out for a bit…’ Within ten minutes of the call, we had a swat team busting into his room and raiding the place.
Turned out, Mike was a former gang banger who had numerous arrest warrants out on him. He had run away with his girlfriend who was a twenty-something at the time, and her parents had known of their relationship. So when the girl didn’t come home one night, they called the cops. The swat team found a ton of weapons under his bed, along with a huge wad of cash.”
He Wasn’t Supposed To Be There

“One of my coworkers was vacationing in Mexico and decided that buying drugs was a good idea….and leaving said drugs in a backpack in his hotel room.
When they returned to their room, cops were rushing in and out of the room. They began to panic because they were sure they got busted and were headed to a Mexican jail.
The cops asked if this was their room and rushed them in. They told the guys to pack up and that they were getting a new room. The room was a dark, so my friend opened the blinds. Someone had jumped from their balcony and landed on theirs…thus exploding all over the glass door.”
Walking Into A True Disaster

“I was the Front Desk Manager at a nearby hotel…
Walked into work one January morning at 6:50 am, like usual. The gentleman who was our night auditor told me that he was happy to see me because he was about to call the police. I asked why and that is when the most unusual, strange, and frightening experience I’ve ever had while working the several years in the hotel business, unraveled.
In the dining room, there was a very large man passed out in his bowl of oatmeal. Quite literally his face in his bowl. I rushed over to him and I immediately recognized this man as one of two men that frequent the hotel every month on ‘business.’ I tried waking him up, no use. Checked his pulse and all seemed to be fine but I was completely unable to get him to wake up, so I yelled for the gentleman behind the desk to call 911.
Two minutes later two officers arrived at the hotel and I showed them to the man who looked rather lifeless in his bowl of oatmeal. The cops both attempted to wake him to which they were able. Keep in mind this man was about 6’4 and quite large…he jumped up and started screaming ‘Oh s—! Oh s—! I just f—ing fell asleep. What the f— is this all over me?!’ The cops replied that he passed out in his breakfast and asked him if he’d had any drugs or alcohol in his system to which he replied, ‘Alright, you caught me. I might have done something last night. Okay, maybe more than some.’ The cops came back and asked me if I would direct them back to his room so they could check on the man who was staying there as well.
Two minutes after I gave them a room key they called to the front desk and requested that I come up. I knew something was weird but I did not expect what I walked into:
1) Every piece of furniture was broken.
2) They used the lamps to cook their drugs… I was young, naive, and clueless and knew nothing about that until the cop told me.
3) They took massive s—s in the bathtub… then smeared the s— all over the walls.
4) They had a gerbil running around the room.
5) They had several sex toys laying around the room.
6) The second guy was nowhere to be found.
I pulled up the security footage that showed that he’d left the building at a quarter past 3 am… and they ended up arresting the other. Two housekeepers quit that morning after refusing to touch the room.
The second guy came back around 1 in the afternoon and I had the misfortune of having to call the police, ban him from the property, and listen to his threats of ‘shoving a f—ing rocket’ up my a–.
Never experienced anything quite like that again…”
Don’t Check The Bathroom Next Time

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“I used to work front desk at a resort and once in a while, I’d have to be the runner and go around delivering gifts and packages to guest’s rooms. The protocol was to knock, say, ‘Front desk delivery,’ and wait, then repeat twice more. If no one answered then you can enter and leave the package or gift basket on the hallway table.
One time after the knocks and calling out, no one answered and I entered cautiously. I said ‘Hello, it’s front desk delivery, I’m just leaving a basket on the hall table,’ and I walked in. No one replied, so I went to put the basket on the table, but in order to get there I had to walk past the bathroom. The door was open and I looked in and got a full frontal of a man coming out of the tub. He looked at me, I ran past, dropped the basket on the table and scurried out without looking into the bathroom. He later called the back room and someone confirmed that a runner was sent up to leave a gift. I had already mentioned to everyone what I witnessed. I got laughed at.”
No Wonder He Didn’t Hear The Knocks

“When I was younger I worked the night reception in a real s—-y rundown hotel. I took the overnight shift from the afternoon shift and was given my handover. As per usual on the weekends, we had our late check-outs and wake up calls for airport transfers. Come 2:45 am I called the guest in room 3405 but got no answer. Tried again a few more times and nothing still.
Now as I had mentioned, this being such a crummy 3-star-rat-infested hotel from hell, we had a total staff of one… me. So off I went, up 3 floors with the master key to fetch ‘Mr. Colins.’ I knocked 3 times and no answer so in I went.
What I saw next will haunt me forever. Across the room, in the double doored fake mahogany closet, was ‘Mr. Collins’…. butt naked in a standing position, knees bent, shoulder slumped on the inside of the closet with a belt attached around his neck, buckle side attached to the closet rail. Eyes closed and a great big smile on his face. Dead as a dodo.
So first aid training kicked in. I knew it was for nothing. The dude was cold as hell frozen over. I called the ambulance and started CPR but it was obvious the guy was not coming back. Paramedics took over, but he was pronounced dead straight away.
Working in the hospitality industry, you somewhat prepare yourself for grannies passing away in the middle of the night and the odd heart attack here and there….but never auto-erotic asphyxiation-related deaths.”
When The Bellman Needs Help

“I was a supervisor at a hotel. One time I got a call, in the middle of the night, from one of the bellmen telling me he needs help. I throw on some clothes and run over (I live across the street) to find a drunk guy passed out in one of the lobby bathroom stalls, amongst the single most foul odor I have ever smelled. Couldn’t remember his room or who he was with…
Turned out, he had decided to take a s— in the hallway and then fell in it, smearing it all over himself and the floor. Ended with me having to call the police and him calling me mean. That was actually the second time a drunk guy pooped in our hallway.
Also, a housekeeper once found a prostitute’s ‘menu’ of the services she performed…”
Frightening Scene To Run Into

“My girlfriend’s mom works nights at a hotel in my hometown. She was making her rounds, etc. And around 2 am she was running up some stairs and saw a man just standing there. She didn’t think much of it until she almost bumped into the guy…
Then she noticed his feet were not touching the ground. She called the cops and told them a man had hung himself in the stairwell. She was pretty sure he was homeless, although he had nice clothes and a clean shave. I guess he wanted to look nice. This happened 2 years ago.”
The Worst Weekend To Intern

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“Well, I used to work at a hotel before I joined the Navy. One weekend, we had a bedridden lady checked in by the police because gang members came to shoot up her house. She stayed for two days, and her family would come to get her Sunday.
That was the worst weekend ever.
I felt bad mostly for the Chinese business intern we had, as he was called in the most by her. She even asked him once to change her diaper (normally, she had a catheter, but with the situation and all…) and that’s where we drew the line. We left all requests by her to the manager on duty.
Unfortunately, since she didn’t get a diaper change in time, she ended up peeing the bed. We ended up having to put the room out of commission for a month and a half.”
Never Watching That Movie Ever

“I worked as a Night Auditor for a small town chain hotel in the early 1990’s.
One evening, a nicely dressed business man checked in on my shift. He came back up to the desk a few minutes later and rented a few movies (we had VCRs in the rooms back then). One of the movies was ‘The Hunt for Red October’ (just came out on video).
The evening went pretty uneventful, but the next night when I came to work I received the news. Sometime during my shift, he had blown his head off with a large weapon while in his bed. No-one heard or saw this happen, and he was found by a maid at about 1 PM the next day, and he had bled out.
Because all of the maids were Haitian, none of them would clean up the mess. I went into the room and could see the huge pool of blood on the bed and the floor. It took them over a week to clean the room, it smelled terrible.
As it turned out, the blood leaked under the floor and under the bed in the adjoining room, that we still rented out, without knowing there was coagulated blood on the floor. We just kept airing the room out and spraying a lot of air freshener. To this day I have never seen ‘The Hunt for Red October.'”
That’s Not How It Works…

“I worked for a high-end hotel chain, in reservations, and I was told the story of a Chinese family visiting one of our hotels in Banff National Park.
They were in the lobby getting ready for a wilderness hike and had a thing of BEAR repellant spray, which they thought was used like bug spray. Welp, they sprayed their young son all over with it and with that, the shrieks of burning hell.”
Unfortunate News To Break To Her

“My aunt manages a hotel and has a somewhat scary story:
One day a lady came in and asked if she could check on her 18-year-old son because he had been going through some rough times and she hadn’t heard from him. My aunt told the concerned lady to stay in her office, while she checked because she was worried what she would find.
My aunt opened the door to his room and he was laying on the floor like a ‘wax figurine.’ There was drug paraphernalia everywhere, so she assumed he overdosed. She then had to go tell the kid’s mom that her son was dead.”