Checking into a hotel with my son, Idris, we found a red bra, wine bottle, blouse, towel, and another keycard in our “clean” room. Alarmed, I called the front desk; the manager blamed a system glitch, saying prior guests hadn’t checked out. Across the hall, a woman with matching lipstick fled upon seeing us. Moved to a new room, I woke at 3:22 a.m. to door jiggling and
knocks, but security found no one. The hotel had no hallway cameras. Idris later said he saw the woman crying outside our door. Weeks later, an unmarked envelope arrived with a Polaroid of us through the hotel window. Police dismissed it as “creepy” but not illegal. I now trust my instincts, lock doors twice, and urge others: if something feels wrong, don’t ignore it.
