This is my third hotel ghost story and hopefully the last story I will ever write. This happened in England UK, while I was travelling with my family. I don’t practise the hotel rituals before entering the room. It is not that I don’t believe in ghosts, but I just don’t want to acknowledge their existence, especially in a hotel.
To be honest, I can not remember when this incident happened and which Travelodge we stayed in. I just remember it was very dark when we checked into our room. We often booked Travelodges in the early days as it was often the cheapest option for a family of four. Their family rooms are usually pretty spacious and you know what you’re getting.
