Body Under the Matress...

Awesome Friday! I watched a show not too long ago about urban legends. They gave the story and then told us if it was fact or fiction. This is one of those stories that while true, gives me the southern heebie-jeebies. *shudders*

A couple checks into a hotel room and the air conditioner is not working, so they contact the front desk and are promptly given another room. Upon entering the second room, they immediately smell a strange odor. They search the room, under the bed, in the closet, everywhere they can think of, but can find nothing. The odor is so strong, the woman cannot stay in the room, so they decide to go eat instead of contacting the front office again because the woman doesn’t want to bother them a third time.

I needed a time out here. The smell is awful and all they can think to do is go eat? *makes a WTF face* Seriously? This has got to be made up, right? I don’t know about you guys, but the smell of stink doesn’t typically make me want to eat. But I digress...

When they return, the smell is not any better, but they tough it out and go to sleep. I’m thinking they’re freaking crazy at this point! Who could sleep in a room that is so smelly it makes them want to gag? *shakes head at stupidity*

They later learn that a dead body was stuffed into the mattress beneath them!!

Oh, my freaking God! I’m rubbing my arms at this point, thinking I have bugs crawling all over me and thinking of all the times I’ve slept in a hotel room. None of them were stinky, thank God.

According to the show, the woman needed counseling after learning this. I was sitting there nodding my head and muttering, “I would think the hell so.”

This story gives me a sick feeling to my stomach. I am sure you are thinking, then why am I sharing it with you all? I am morbid, maybe? ;-) Seriously, though, knowledge is information and if you ever check into a hotel room with a funny smell, I wanted you to be armed with the possibility of a rotting corpse beneath your mattress so you wouldn’t delay in notifying the front desk and demanding a new room.

I can’t understand why they wouldn’t want to bother management again. If the odor was as bad as they say it was—and let’s face it, although I’ve never smelled a rotting human corpse, I have certainly smelled a rotting animal corpse and it is beyond odorous—how could they sleep in the room? This was a little extreme in the category of not wanting to bother or inconvenience someone else.

I did a little bit of research on this topic and found that it has happened in multiple states…Las Vegas, NV, Atlantic City, NJ, Kansas City, MO, and more than once in California and Florida. Instead of a “hell, yeah”, can I have a “big fat, freaking, Oh My God, YIKES!”? To know this occurred more than once, honestly leaves me mystified. You want to know what’s even stranger or weirder on my part? Seriously, I must be sick in the head to even be thinking it. I keep thinking that I hope they didn’t get naughty on that bed with the corpse beneath them. Eekk!

So, tell me what do you think? Are you familiar with this Urban Legend? If so, does yours differ in any way whatsoever?

I hope everyone has an awesome weekend! -- Gracen