My room stunk to high heaven, a hard-to-place sickening chemical smell, like chlorinated mouthwash. The key didn't fit the deadbolt, only the doorknob. The bed was tilted severely toward the headboard, the mattress was shot, the floor was filthy, the windows were shrouded completely in white paper, hanging to the floor. I'd never seen anything like it. The paper was torn in place, and scotch taped back together. To see out, you had to roll the paper up and clip it near the top with a weak clothes pin. The lighting was horrible. The towels left little cotton threads all over my face. The vanity counter was scratched up. I was too disgusted to even use the shower. I left as soon as I could the next morning. This place ought to be condemned.
