11. A bridesmaid got the shit kicked out of her
The swinger parties were always extra interesting. Conventions of 60-150 mostly couples (you paid extra if you were a single due to “uneven number”) They would rent out whole floors and take over the pool area. We had to add black shades to cover up the entire indoor pool area as it had floor to ceiling windows. I was a bartender and saw so many business men pick up hookers. There were quite a few sting operations to sniff them out while I worked there. They arrested something like 65 one night. Worst ever was the wedding weekend riot. Four different wedding groups staying in the hotel drinking until I shut down at 3am. One bride felt a bridesmaid from another wedding was looking at her new husband. The bride and her bridal party jumped the other bridesmaid so badly her scalp needed to be reattached and she lost sight from one eye. Men soon got involved and cops stormed in from 8 different neighboring towns. The worst image was a man covered in blood holding a huge grey goose bottle over his head like a gladiator as he beat one of the grooms with it.
12. My mother was lifted off of the floor
Before I was born, my parents decided to move to the coast and open their own little seaside hotel. The first thing to do when they moved in was to clean all the rooms, so they took half each to speed things up. My mum told me this story when I was little: She was in room number 8 doing some vacuuming when the whole carpet started ‘rippling’. When I was little, I didn’t think this sounded scary at all, as I just thought that maybe the carpet had got caught on the vacuum or something, and so I never really thought about it again. Fast forward to about a month ago: I remembered this old story and made fun of my mum a bit for thinking it was creepy, when it was obviously explainable. She looked confused and told me I must have not understood her when I was little… Apparently what had actually happened was that the entire carpet had rippled in a constant fluid wave-type motion, and all the furniture AND HERSELF had been lifted up and down off of the floor for about 10 seconds. She then screamed bloody murder at my dad down the hallway and told him they were selling the place before it had even opened… He managed to convince her otherwise, but she never went back in that room..
It scares more because my mum doesn’t believe in the supernatural or anything like that and doesn’t have any other creepy stories at all, just this one that she doesn’t like to talk about often.
