3 Very Scary TRUE Motel Horror Stories

This happened to me about 2 years ago when I was driving home from New York down to Tennessee to visit one of my friends from college. I made the trip alone because I actually like driving long distance by myself. I usually just listen to podcasts or music the whole way and stop whenever I feel

tired. I left early in the morning thinking [music] I could probably make the whole drive in one shot, but by the time it got late, I realized I was way too exhausted to safely keep driving. It was around 1:00 in the morning at that point and I was somewhere in Virginia off a highway I don't remember

anymore. I pulled off at one of those blue sign exits that only has a gas station, a food place, and a couple old motels. I chose the cheapest motel because I honestly just needed somewhere to sleep for a few hours. The place looked pretty rough from the outside. It was one of those two-floor motels

where every room faces the parking lot. You know, the motel from every scary movie ever. Half the lights outside were out and there were barely any cars there. Slow night, I guess. I almost left and found another place, but I was so tired and honestly I was looking for a bed, not some glamorous

resort. The front office was behind thick glass even though it was open. The guy working there looked like he was in his 50s. He barely even looked up when I walked in. I paid for the room, got my key card, and asked if they had any vacancies. He said most of the rooms upstairs were

empty. I remember that because it made me feel a little better knowing there wouldn't be people making noise all night. Oh boy, the irony of that. My room was on the second floor near the far end of the building. The room was old-fashioned, but for the money that was expected. There was a