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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Who Died in this Room?

I spend many nights in hotel rooms.  In addition to visiting various casinos, I generally hit Platinum at SPG every year (25 visits / 50 nights) and stay the occasional night at non-affiliated hotels when a deal is too good to pass up.  I don't stay at bad places.  I don't do "motels."  Perhaps it has something to do with my upbringing.  I spent many a night on family vacations in a Motel 6.  It's not an experience I wish to replicate.  Hell, the primary reason I went to law school was to be able to avoid roadside motels.  Several years ago, I briefly forget the lesson.  I booked a room at a Holiday Inn Express in Charles Town, West Virginia, so that I could enjoy some cocktails along with a night of poker and not worry about driving.  I cashed out my chips, and returned to the room around 2:00 am.  It smelled like mold and poor service.  If depression had a fragrance, this was it.  I tried to sleep; but after an hour, I decided I was sober enough and made the hour or so drive back home to Bethesda.

Even the nicest of hotels present certain concerns.  I mean, just think god-knows-who was sleeping in that bed before you!  Shit -- how many people DIED in that bed?  Generally, however, I'm able to push these thoughts aside and get some sleep.  But there's always one exception -- a little something spelled M.U.R.D.E.R. . . .

Yes, this freaks me out.  Back in 2009, a father drowned his kids on the 10th floor of the Marriot in downtown Baltimore across from Camden Yards.  I haven't stayed there since, for fear I'd pull a key-card for the death scene.  Some dude killed himself and his girlfriend in their room at Revel in AC last year.  As a result, I haven't stayed there, either (well, that and the fact that Revel charged like $400 a night).  And, of course, there was the suicide at the MGM Grand this morning.


But, the MGM Grand death was not what had me thinking about this.  No.  Rather, I have a reservation this weekend at an SPG property, walking distance to a concert I'll be going to.  As a Platinum member, I generally get upgraded to Club Level.  Well, in researching this property (as I always do before booking a place for a first time), I discovered that there was actually a murder at this hotel as well.  It happened back in 2009.  And it wasn't just a murder.  No.  There were 4 deaths!  Some dude -- an attorney -- killed his wife and two kids.  Strangled them.  Laid them out on the king bed.  Then went into the bathroom and blew his fucken brains out.  And it happened on the Club Level.  Hell, I even know the room number.  How many rooms are on an average hotel floor?  And how many of them are king beds?  What are my odds of pulling that room?  It's prolly only slightly worse than flopping a set with a pocket pair (which, I guess, means I have nothing to worry about the way I've been running lately).


Generally, when I check into a place, I'm easy going.  I take what's given to me.  I can't remember the last time I requested a room change.  Maybe never.  But, this weekend, there is no way I'm spending my Saturday at a murder scene.  F-That!  I think I'll be inventing a medical condition that requires accommodations on a low floor.

Surely I'm not the only person with issues about things like this.  Could you spend the night in a former murder scene?         

10 comments:

  1. there is a movie/novel in this story i think or a biz idea researching hotel/motel where ppl have been killed and selling that to ppl that have a fetish 4 it. BOOM!!!!!!!! run with it ,counselor. i just want 10% 4 the idea. ty

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  2. Love it... I already stole a quote from this. Very entertaining writing - I think you should draw your room randomly since you haven't been hitting sets. Awesome my friend... :)

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  3. Just turn it around and think how many georgeous women got laid in that room.

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    1. Interesting take, Koala. I guess getting haunted by a horny smokeshow would not be the worst night out.

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  4. The other day I gave a ride to a dude that smell like he was dead. Is that the same thing?

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  5. "If depression had a fragrance, this was it." Nicely written.

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  6. I'd never thought about stuff like this before. But now, damn it, what did you have to write this?

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  7. My wife and I were on Celebrity Summit in the Penthouse suite at the back of the ship. First night that we were there, we turn off the lights, and at 3am the lights unexpectedly go on. Which was really weird- someone had to be in the room.

    We don't think anything of it until two days later, when the TV suddenly- and on it's own- turns on. None of us are near the remote.

    We start joking how there is a 'ghost' and hopefully he is friendly, and on a whim decide to google 'death' and our suite number.

    Sure enough, one year earlier, in our suite, a guy had a heart attack and died in our bed on the first night of the cruise. Creepy!

    JP from Philly

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    1. Yeah, this stuff does freak my out for some reason. I mean, it's not like I'm scared of ghosts or anything. Just weird to think about.

      Two years ago, when I was in trial in Denver, spent a month at the Oxford Hotel. It was not my choice. It is old. And allegedly haunted. It was a long month . . .

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