I have the best/worst supernatural story EVER.
So my ex and I were staying in Deerfield, MA one night before I went back to college. We checked into the hotel, and were talking to the front desk ladies. One was from another branch, and and the other was working her second day at the hotel.
So we got into our room, and almost immediately started fighting (which was weird for us, back then). So we’re looking around the room, and EVERYTHING is bolted down. Including the TV! So we’re like “weird”, but go on with our day.
So that night, we’re brushing our teeth in the bathroom. I look over to my left, and the toilet seat is floating six inches up. The second that registers in my mind, it SLAMS shut and the lights turn off. I screamed, my ex was freaking, and then the light turned back on.
I got into bed, and as I did, I looked over– there was a HUGE stain in the carpet. A dark red/brown stain. But we laid down, and tried to go to sleep. But the toilet seat kept slamming up and down by itself in the bathroom.
Then I started to hear breathing. This horrible, loud heavy man’s breathing in my ear. My ex couldn’t her it, but I was like “That’s it. I’m done!”
So I called the front desk. I literally said “Hi, I’m in room 83” and she IMMEDIATELY went “Let’s get you a new room. Just come down and get the key”
As we’re packing our stuff, less than five minutes goes by and we get a knock on the door. It’s the front deak lady, hustling us to the next room! She moved us directly across the hall. Ten minutes later, my ex is standing by our door… And we hear this horrible noise from across the hall! Like furniture crashing.
So we look around that we’re in… and NOTHING is bolted down.
We stayed in a SUPER haunted hotel room!