When I first arrived, i noticed that my room had clearly been broken into before.
At 1:38am, I was awakened to the sound of someone trying to open my door. I looked out the peep hole to see a man standing there with a pitbull. By 1:42am, there was a woman with him. Also trying to use a key card to open my door. Rattling the door between each failed attempt.
At 1:46am, I watched one of the hotel staff approach my door. His key card worked. And my door was opened to him and the strangers. I said quite firmly, “why are you letting strangers into my room at 1:30 in the morning!?!?” Naturally, he apologized and said he didn’t even know that the room I was in was rented.
I don’t know why I didn’t call the police. But I stacked the furniture in front of the door, clutched my pocket knife, sat on the bed, and stared at the door until morning.
This is the first time in my life that I felt genuine concern for my safety in a hotel room.