This is story 1 of 6. This story is PG-17.
I traveled to Allentown Pennsylvania often. The Microtel (4325 Hamilton Blvd, Allentown, PA, US, 18103) was close to the office I worked in, so I often stayed there. The rates were reasonable, rooms a little small, but they served the purpose – crash for the night and get a decent nights sleep before going back to work.
I remember two experiences staying here, that I want to share with you. Here is story number 1
I checked into the hotel as I usually do, around 8pm. Because I had already been to dinner, I was heading into the hotel for the evening.
After wrapping up some computer work (dial-up internet back then – yuk), I read the local newspaper and watched some news. By 10pm I was done for the day.
I turned out the lights and fairly quickly fell asleep.
I don’t recall the actual time, likely after midnight, I woke to noise outside. I got up and looked out the window.
My window overlooked the front entrance of the building. Lined up in a row were 3 cars. Numerous women were getting out of the cars. All of them were dressed in what I could only imagine as a prostitute looking attire.
They were hanging all over the cars saying goodbye to the drivers who, one after another, drove away into the darkness of the night. One after another, nearly a dozen women paraded into the hotel lobby.
I was wide awake now as I wondered, had I made a reservation into a brothel? I had stayed in this hotel numerous times and had not seen this before. Nothing seemed unusual about the hotel staff or the random guest that I saw each time I had stayed here before.
I decided to ignore what I saw and go back to bed. As I started to fall asleep, another set of noises woke me.
In the room next to me I could hear what seemed to be a man and woman having a good time. I was blown away that the walls were this thin and or that this couple was this loud. As I wondered if I would ever be able to get back to sleep, I started to get just a little ticked off. My anger did not soar until I heard the next sounds. From the same room, two men started yelling at each other, arguing. I could not hear all that they were saying, but I clearly heard this phrase repeatedly, “My turn, It’s my turn!!!”
OK, it all came together now. The girls of the evening were not ending their shift, they were just getting started.
While the arguing and noise continued next door, I called the front desk. This is what I told the clerk, “I don’t care what is going on in the room next to me, but you need to move them before I call 911 and tell the cops that I think someone is getting killed. Got it?”
In less than a minute I heard the door open into the room next to me. All the noise stopped immediately. I heard a guy yell, “F*** him, who does he think he is?” I heard someone else tell him to calm down. Beyond a few more rustling noises, I heard nothing else.
Within a few more minutes I heard nothing more. Finally, all the noise was gone and I laid back down in hopes of going to sleep.
The alarm went off at 6AM. I showered, shaved and got dressed. I collected my belongings and left the room.
While checking out I asked the morning shift front desk clerk, “Who are your typical guests?”
“Regular businessmen like you sir,” was his reply.
“Did anything unusual happen last night?” I asked.
The clerk’s reply was, “No sir, the night guy just left and told me nothing new last night.”
I decided to leave without questioning anymore. I imagined that the night shift does not tell the day shift everything.