My sister made reservations for us to stay here 6/3 and 6/4/2014 while we went to our grandfather's funeral. I had traveled 2,300 miles away (and 2 planes, one delayed, and a rented car later) to get there. She had called the manager the day before to indicate that we'd be getting there late--as late as 11pm or midnight (due to my travel). The manager, a man, indicted that he would leave the room unlocked with the key inside and that she should also check in with the office.
When we arrived that evening (late), the manager did not answer the doorbell or our knocking. My sister finally called and the manager was very nasty and claimed that she should have not checked in, but just entered the room. He was in error.
The room itself was one of several "half-cottages." I say half because since the place was built, the owners have cut each cottage in half to maximize the number of guests. Unfortunately, whoever did the work was clearly unaware of codes for electricity, water, etc. The places are shockingly poorly set up (with electrical extension cords running all over the place), and our half cottage had a makeshift shower with thin plastic sheets glued together at the seams and a temporary floor and drain on the bottom.
Here's the thing. This place was SO DIRTY and broken down that I wanted to immediately leave. Had it not been so late (and my sister so tired), I would have insisted that she get her money back and we would have stayed in another hotel. Even the Skylark Shores (which is run down and tacky) was a huge jump above the Mallard House Inn. Claiming it was air-conditioned, the place actually just had one old, rattling unit in the back--which meant that the bed in the front (separated by a partial wall) was hot and uncomfortable. When my sister opened up the windows (and brought the old blinds up), the room was sheeted in floating dirt. It was DISGUSTING. I have asthma and this place was so dirty that I later had an asthma attack and had to go to urgent care.
That's how dirty this place was.
The bathroom was horrible. Pieces of caulking and flooring were TAPED to the makeshift shower stall. I couldn't believe my eyes. I littered the floor with towels, hoping that we wouldn't get athlete's foot. The "bed" in the front of the half cottage was a makeshift futon that was unfolded (which we were not told about when making our reservations). The hard, uncomfortable futon mattress was humped up where it crossed over a beam and then sloped down to the front. Whoever was unlucky enough to sleep there would slowly slide off all night.
If you're interested in having a small, dirty fridge and microwave with a tangle of extension cords, this place is for you. Decades ago, someone had taped contact paper and placemats on all the furniture--I suppose this was an attempt to keep the surface of the furniture safe. Of course, this was furniture that would be hauled to the dump if you tried to donate it to the Goodwill... so putting a long strand of office tape on each side is kind of silly.
The next day, I realized that I had accidentally left my funeral clothes in the broken down closet there. When I returned, the "housekeeper" was talking with the manager (a woman this time). I was shocked to find that there was a person who cleaned who worked there since the place was so unclean and unsafe. The manager walked me to a shed behind the hotel. My blouse and outfit was balled up and shoved into a plastic grocery bag and tossed on top of something else. I thought, "Really?" This was the best they could do. I took my balled up, rumpled clothes and drove back where I had to change for my grandfather's funeral. I was so upset, I cried. They were such awful people, it never occurred to them to allow me to change in my old hotel room.
I'm actually contacting the department of public health to report this place. It's far past unsavory.