Couple from travels a few years ago...
Nothing major, but we're a couple of 'fraidy cat girls.

Staying in a hotel in the outskirts of Buffalo, NY. We arrived late at night, no one around but a hugely huge, surly looking man on reception. My friend woke me up at around 5am by repeatedly whispering my name (which was creepy enough), and said she could hear something. So we listened... And sure enough there was a scratching, faint rattling noise coming from our door. Of course in our sleepy, girly minds, this meant hugely huge man from reception was probably outside our door picking the lock to get in. So I walked over (scared that whoever was behind the door would be aware of my approach by the sound of my heartbeat). As I got to the door the scratching/ rattling stopped. I peeped through the peephole, and nothing was there- empty corridor in both directions. Returned to bed; didn't hear it again.

Another good 'ol American motel experience: We arrived in Alberquerque at about 1pm and got a taxi to our hostel. When we got there, the house was quiet and in complete darkness. Never mind, there was an envelope with my name on by the front door. "Brilliant, our key will be in this". Opened the envelope and there was no key. Instead, there was a note saying that they had not received our deposit, and so we couldn't stay there. We looked at each other, and looked at the empty space where our taxi had dropped us off and sped away again about two minutes ago.

Again, we were staying outside of town so we weren't exactly in a buzzing metropolis. We decided to trudge down the road, and after about ten minutes saw a bright light and sign telling us that we were at the "Express Inn". We decided to get a bed for the night, and so paid the lady at reception, and got a key. As she handed us the key, a lady walked up with a mop in hand and looked a bit "white-trashy" i.e. jogging bottoms and shirt with holes in, lank hair, smelt a bit of booze and had a cigarette hanging out of here mouth. Reception lady asked if she's show us to our room. Great. The room itself: soaking carpet, blood on the pillow, cockroaches in the bed and an almost overpowing smell of bleach or summat. Everything's worse/ scarier at night, and we'd seen too many films where insulting the locals gets you into bloody trouble. So we smiled, said thanks and closed the door. We woke up in the morning to see a man with a big moustache staring at us through the window.

Another creepy man was a one-eyed Amish guy (in Buffalo again). We got the station at 11pm to get our midnight train to Chicago, only to be told that it was delayed... until 6am. It was only me and my friend, and this Amish chap. He looked like he was going to wait in the station (which was just a large room) and so we decided to do the same. My friend Em went to call her parents and kill some time, whilst I opted to stand and stare into the vending machine. When I felt I had looked at all the brightly coloured sweets and pop tarts long enough, I thought I'd sit down and read my book. I turned round, and the Amish man was looking straight at me (with his one eye). I was a bit creeped out as it was just me and him in the rooml, but I decided to ignore him. But once you think someone is staring, you want to check! So I looked up and he was still looking, then he brought his finger to his lips and did a "shhhh" sign. Fuuuuuuuuck this though I! I gathered my things, found Em, told her we were staying at a hotel. So we trudged along the freeway through the snow drifts and found another dodgy motel to stay in for 5 hours. We stayed up and watched 3rd Rock From the Sun on a grainy tv until it was time to get the train.


I have more of these, but I think I've rambled enough.
( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:09, 10 replies)

Creepy Amish?


Have a nice Amish boy picture.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:24, closed)

Nooooooooooo! It's prolly his one of his spawn - has the same stare, but with TWO eyes!

( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:28, closed)

This?

( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:33, closed)

Eeeep he's come back for me! *hides under desk*

( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:37, closed)

American hotels
Lovely places. I was going Greyhound round the States and arrived very late in San Francisco with nowhere to stay. I met up with some French students and we agreed to share 2 rooms in a very cheap backpacker's hotel to keep costs down. So somehow I ended up sharing a double bed with 'Antoine' or whatever his name was who talked in his sleep most of the night. I must have dropped off though because I woke up in the morning to find him doing nude yoga in the tiny room, meaning his bare arse was right in my face. I said my farewells and left.
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:25, closed)

Maybe
he was knocking one out over you while asleep.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:28, closed)

Probably
And he never even phoned
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 11:37, closed)

Did you
leave any money on the pillow before you left so quickly?
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 12:11, closed)

No
I mean, I was a skint student at the time
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 13:51, closed)

Sounds like
you really got Munson'd.
(Rsoles, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 10:50, closed)