Why I Hate Louisville Now

Hi guys! I just got back from a two week long vacation, the first week was with my mother, and the second week with my dad. This story is kind of disgusting, so *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

It was Saturday, July 17th (second week). At 2 p.m., we left the lake house in Hiawassee, Georgia, that we were staying at with family and began driving toward Louisville, Kentucky. Dad had booked a hotel there.

It’s a six and a half hour drive, so we thought we were going to be there at around 9. 

Then it started raining on the drive and slowed us down. We also had to stop for gas a few times, and then Cracker Barrel for dinner. 

By the time we’d finally reached the hotel, it was 11:30 at night. Chase and I were exhausted and couldn’t wait to sleep.

It was dark, and the parking lot had a few sketchy people mingling around. I glanced up at the hotel and felt a weird vibe. It sort of looked like the set from a cheesy horror film. Very sketchy. It was the Louisville DaysInn. DO NOT STAY THERE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! 

Dad went to check in and came back with the room keys, and Natalie, my stepmom, began getting things out of the car. We carried our suitcases up the stairs and opened the door. The room was a sickly yellow with yellowish bedspreads on the two beds. We dropped our stuff and shut the blinds. 

Me and my sister put on our pajamas and I went to the bathroom. The toilet just looked wrong, and a bunch of paint was chipped off of the door and doorframe on the inside, and there were strands of hair stuck to the door and wall. Nasty.

I did my business and got out of there. I sat down on the bed me and Chase were going to share. 

Then I noticed black stains on the bedspread. I rubbed one and asked Natalie “Are these cigarette burns?” 

Natalie nodded. “Just take the comforter off, there’s a blanket underneath.” 

I pulled off the yellow comforter and discovered at least ten cigarette holes on the blanket underneath. At that point, my sister was coughing. The room smelled acrid, like someone was smoking all night. 

The carpet and beds were covered in cigarette burns, and Chase couldn’t breath well. Dad looked uncomfortable and said “Sometimes we have to stay in bad hotels. We can leave in the morning.” 

Natalie had pulled out her phone and her face became more and more troubled with every minute. I sat on the bed cautiously. 

Dad had gone to get his mouthpiece from the car and came back, and then Natalie said “Okay, we need to leave. There’s more than thirty reviews that mention bedbugs.” 

Chase widened her eyes and whimpered. “Bedbugs?” At the same time, I leapt off the bed and began zipping up the suitcase and picking up bags from the floor. 

Dad’s eyes got big. “Let’s get out of here.” 

I was freaking out, but I couldn’t let on. I was literally in my oversized red Gryffindor shirt and plaid PJ shorts that I got in the “boys” section at Target. (Shh…Don’t tell!) I threw my sister the shorts I had worn that day since Chase was in her nightgown. We didn’t have time to change, so we hurried out of the room. Natalie went to cancel the room, and I glanced cautiously around the parking lot. It seemed a lot scarier now. 

We hightailed it out of there and found a hotel in Indianapolis. Natalie had to call like twenty hotels, because of some sporting event. We arrived there at 2:30 a.m. The new hotel, which was a Beymont, was FINE!! We crashed and left the next morning at 11:15 a.m.

We were traveling for twelve hours, and still had to drive a few more hours to Chicago the next morning!! Now I’m going to give the basic idea of some reviews. I give it 0/5 stars. 

“We were given the wrong room key, and there were unattended babies in that room! When we were finally put in the right room, there was bloodstains on the bed, and the drain was clogged.” 

“There were rumors of people crawling into the ceiling vents and passing into other rooms. Disgusting hotel!” 

“Creepy person standing outside near our room in the middle of the night. Police activity, fighting, and drugs.” 

I’m never stepping another foot in Louisville! Sorry, no more of my future riches. And DaysInn is losing my business. That was disgusting! I’ve never heard my dad say this before, but he said “I was horrified.” 

NEVER STAY THERE LOL

Have a good day! Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite! 😉

“The darkest nights produce the brightest stars.” -John Green