What an experience! Upon entering our cell, it was apparent this room/hotel has seen better years. The aroma was a rich bouquet of must and mildew. The portable dehumidifier present suggested a rich history of water damage and neglect. Apparently the owners had hired an abstract painter to cover the original patina with a thin layer of saffron. Having arrived very late and with an especially early morning to come, we took to our slumber. We had been warned that our beds would not have a dust ruffle. While awaiting the sand man, we were startled by an otherworldly presence. Our luck was at a low when we realized the scratching, growling noises was Pazuzu (the Babylonian demon of the southwest wind) possessing the a/c unit. Braving sure destruction, I turned in the lights to investigate. Immediately, I saw that I had interrupted a large gathering of a community of 6 legged red bellied creatures that had been feast in my face. The guests in the other bed found a similar party was in their bed as well. Phoning the concierge, we fled across the hall to our next abode. Emptying the refrigerator during the transfer, we found that our items had been made warmer and cozier than when placed. Looking into the eyes of only 4 more hours of slumber, we slept with the knowledge of the evil that we were surrounded. Having survived the night, we never looked back lest we share the same fate as Lot’s wife. The proprietors of this hovel did issue a refund and apology.