Hostel Horror Stories 2

Hostel Horror Stories 2

Coming back to my dorm room to find a guy pissing on the floor

It was late, 2 in the morning. I crept up to the door, the flashlight on my phone already on. I was conscious of my other dormmates, and I knew one guy was already in the room, put to bed at 10pm by his two friends for being too drunk.

I opened the door, and as the light from my phone spread across the room casting long black shadows, there was a spectral figure standing in the middle of the room, rooted to the spot.

As I lifted my flashlight, he turned his head, looked over his shoulder, and our eyes met; they were gormless, dead, devoid of emotion.

“Dude, are you okay?” I quietly asked.

No response, and he looked away, almost defiantly.

Standing in the exact spot that the guy pissed on the floor

To check he was alright, I had to walk around him.

Standing in front of him, I once again looked into those eyes, and I could tell they were gone; he didn’t know who I was or what he was doing. I would even go as far to say he was at a point where he didn’t know who he was anymore.

Laying a gentle hand on his shoulder, I asked again: “Seriously, are you okay? Whatsup?”

Dismissively, he stepped back from me, and as he did I saw his trousers were undone, his shirt was untucked, a mess.

As I looked down to the floor, the light from my phone reflected off the surface of water, and I could tell we were both standing in a puddle of piss. He could not.

“Ahhh shit.” I knew what I had to do and I was not happy about it.

The dorm room in question

I roughly shoved the guilty offender into the bathroom and left him there, out of sight, hoping he wouldn’t do it again.

As I stood watching the puddle of piss pool upon the floor, I knew I had to clean it up. It was at that exact moment an American girl came back to the dorm room.

“Watch out, some guy’s just pissed the floor,” I warned.

“Ahhh shit,” she replied.

For whatever reason, perhaps the fact that I wasn’t really doing much at that point other than using every single obscenity I knew on the bastard who put me in this situation, she decided to help me clean it up.

Using the hostel towels of his and his friends, we started to mop it all up, but we soon ran into a problem; there was just too much piss. It was as it this guy was on a one man mission to create an Olympic sized swimming pool in the dorm room with just one hose.

Looking around, I saw the guy’s giant towel lying on his bed. A brand new towel, obviously bought as a memento of his time in Montenegro. Now, I have the feeling it brings completely different memories to him.

“We can’t use that! That’s his own personal towel!”

“Fuck that! Fuck him! We’re cleaning up his piss! He should be grateful we’re doing anything at all!” I exclaimed back.

The common room of Old Town Hostel, the place where everyone gets drunk in the evening

After we finished cleaning up, we put him to bed safe in the knowledge he didn’t have a single drop of water left in him to repeat the foul act, and after we watched him pass out again, it was time to go to bed ourselves.

His friends were nowhere to be seen, completely oblivious to what happened until the next morning. At least they were slightly apologetic; they guy himself? He was having a beer by midday, trying to deny anything happened at all. There are words for guys like him – I’ll let you choose any one of them.

It was the first, and I hope only time, that I have come back to my dorm room to find a guy pissing on the floor. Next time, I’m not so sure I’ll clean it up so readily.

  • I’ve never stayed at a Hostel, but I would like to one day. 🙂

    • You should Ivan! Everyone’s got to give it a go at least once!

  • I have a few horror stories but the one that springs to mind was partly me being the horror… I was staying in a room of 8 in Sydney. 6 of us went out drinking at the bar downstairs, the other two travelers were a couple who just wanted an early night. This was never going to end well.

    Basically we all drank so much that night that several people were sick, including one poor guy who couldn’t make it down from the top bunk and spewed onto the floor. I spent most of the night passed out in the bathroom. At some point in the night the girl from the couple yelled, “I’m sorry but I can’t take this anymore!” and ran out to ask to switch rooms. The next day we all got kicked out and in our hungover state headed to the nearest hostel without doing any research. Huge mistake. We then spent the rest of the day after cleaning and drying our stuff to get rid of bed bugs!

    • It sounds like you’ve had an absolute shocker Nat! I can’t imagine what it was like being that couple – no wonder they moved rooms; I definitely would have done the same. Still, at the end of the day you’ve got to admit the hangover was worth it. Sounds like a great time and it makes for a great story!