So one weekend, my best friend and I decided to just drive from Boston and see where we ended up, just to get away. We made it to New Haven and got sick of driving, so we decided to stay there for a night and searched for a hotel. For the price, we could stay at the Duncan for one night. We drove by the outside and it didn't look so bad, so we figured that we could brave what was on the inside. BAD CHOICE.
First of all, the guy at the front desk is really weird and impersonal. Fine, since we didn't need more from him other than a key.
The room was a totally different story. It looked like something out of a murder novel. Our room was down a tiny corridor and opened up to reveal a strange-shaped room. We immediately went out to hang out at the bars, and even coming back after a night of heavy drinking and pizza in hand, the room still scared the heck out of me. We SWEAR at one point during the night we heard the door creak open slightly and then slam shut when my friend went bounding towards it. I was really glad that I was there with a guy at that point.
I've stayed at my share of gross hotels and weird places (even one in Peru where the owner organized weird trips to take some peyote-like substance and talk to nature and stray cats came into my room though the window at night), but this was something special altogether. In addition to our scary moment, there was plenty more to complain about.
The rug was the color and texture of a bygone era (that delicious shade of 70s orange), and hadn't been cleaned since then.
The bathroom was not clean, and the toilet rocked back and forth over the tile because it wasn't fastened securely to the floor.
The furniture was old and banged up, and the curtains were dirty.
Bed was gross - we ripped it apart and checked for bedbugs, of which there were none, thankfully.
Thinking back, I would have been totally cool with sleeping in the car.
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