At first I liked the little room. It was tiny but very charming. The photos and the sketch in Hotels.com did not lie.The room was a cute, ultra petit locker, painted in cheery yellow; a bright and happy little wedge shaped cell in a cylindrical building that strongly resembles a prison or a mental institution. The mini bathroom was clean, so were the towels, the linens and the shower curtain. All was well, until the night fell and I laid myself to sleep. At about midnight something awoke me. At the time, I didn't know what. All I knew was that my throat was parched, and the room was colder than when I went to sleep. During my check-in, the front desk clerk brought several "free rental" items to my attention: free earplugs, humidifiers, blankets, electric kettles, etc. So I decided to go downstairs to borrow a humidifier. I got to the reception and there was no clerk there (just an addled drunk near the elevator), so I withdrew to my room. But the fresh air in the reception had cleared my sense of smell, and when I got out the elevator, the horrifying ghost of ancient cigarette smoke crept towards me, filling my nostrils with the overpowering foul stench of rank nicotine and rancid tar!
Back in my cell / room, the main offender was the mattress. To my by now dulled sense of smell, nothing else reeked.
Then, the next night, I could hear spectral voices... it was my next door neighbour, loud and clear thanks to paper thin walls.
I'm never coming back to this haunted hotel!