I worked at a hotel in South Dakota. It was a good job in a good town. Not much happened on the Night shift. We would have the occasional drunk guest, and the casino died after about 2:00 am when they stopped serving alcohol.

We always had groups come in fkr different events. Most were pretty laid back. Then there was the night of the bachelorette party. Easily the funniest night in my time there.

A group of ladies came through, very drunk, very happy and very easily triggered. They came through the lobby laughing and having fun. Nothing out of theordinary for a late night group. They went to their rooms and I didn’t think much about it.

It was maybe a half hour later that one of the girls showed up at the desk asking for a wash cloth. One of the members of their party had fallen and was bleeding. I gave her a couple and she went back to the room. Then a second girl came down asking for more wash cloths and a plastic bag.

I asked if everything was okay when k got the funniest answer I have ever heard.

“One of the ladies was pushed off the toilet by a ghost!” she said.

I stopped and stared at her for a second and asked what made them think this. She explained that they had gone on a paranormal tour at another hotel, and after finding a handkerchief in a bathroom, this lady had decided to bring it back with them. My only thought was, “Why not keep a used handkerchief you find in a bathroom?”

Well, this “ghost” was angry that this lady had kept the hanky, and when she went into the bathroom decided to get revenge. By pushing her off the toilet.

At this point, everything I learned about customer service and professionalism was being put to the test. I had to keep a straight face while listening to this story from a scared guest.

The guest went back to the room after sharing the story to help out her friend. After about 30 minutes they call down to ask where the nearest hospital is. I tell them where it is and offer a map to help them find it.

They come down to take their blood covered friend to the emergency room and get the map. I ask if there is anything I can do to help. They politely say no and leave.

As the night went on I shared the story with the night supervisor and decide that we should make up an incident report. It was the hardest report to write up, because it felt like a joke.

The phone rang. I answer it and have this girl on the line sounding stressed out and terrified.

“Hi Dan, I’m with the lady that got attacked by a ghost. We threw the hanky out in the hallway on the 2nd floor. Can you please grab it so we can return it to the hotel we got it from? I don’t want anyone else to get attacked” she said. I told her that I already had it at the front desk for them. I had gone up to get it, just in case they wanted it.

This couldn’t really have just happened. I hung up the phone laughing uncontrollably. It was turning out to be a really good night.

At about 5:00 am the group comes back in with the lady stitched up and badly swollen. You could tell they were embarrassed, so I didn’t say a word and just let them go back to their rooms. I didn’t want to make her feel any worse than she already did.

The last girl to come in stopped at the desk and said, “Please don’t say anything. That’s the bride’s mom and she is really embarrassed. The wedding is in two weeks” I asked if the mom was okay, and if there was anything we could do to help. Then I handed her the hanky and let her go for the night.

This was easily the strangest event to have happen in my time at that hotel. I am pretty sure the mom was just drunk and fell off the toilet. I can’t say for sure. Weird things happen.

I want to hear some funny stories from readers. Comment here and share an experience. It can be scary, funny or whatever. I look forward to seeing some responses.

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