
Karen of Oak creek, co on Nov. 3, 2010
On September 23, 2010, my husband and I checked into the Comfort Inn in Warren, OH. We were there on a family emergency and had flown in from Colorado on a moments notice. We had received a call that my brother-in-law was in the hospital in Warren, OH and his young daughter was waiting for the doctor's prognosis, probably terminal. We arrived late and went straight to the hospital that night. We checked into the hotel late that evening after driving around in the dark neighborhood that appeared to be quite run down and some not so inviting neighbors hanging out in front of the hotel. We were up early the next day (September 24th) and spent the entire day at the hospital and received the news that his condition was in fact terminal and death was imminent, possibly as soon as two days. Needless to say, we were devastated and emotional wrecks. We returned to the hotel at approximately 9pm and began researching information we needed.
My husband used the computer in the front lobby and I was on my laptop in my room, on the second floor with the doors locks all in place. We had two windows in the room that looked out onto the first floor rooftop below. While working in my room, a tremendous ruckus broke out in the hallway on my floor at approximately 10pm. There were many male voices yelling and pounding against all the walls and sounds of people being tossed around outside my door. Being in this particular neighborhood, I was very frightened since the hotel had pretty much been empty up to this point and now it sounded like a riot or invasion of some kind. The riot expanded into the adjacent room with things/people being tossed against the common wall. It then spilled out onto the roof top outside my room.
Again, there were sounds of people fumbling around, knocking and pounding outside the walls by my windows. I was surrounded by this riot. My drapes were very heavy and closed at the time. I was terrified to look outside because it was dark and I knew I would not be able to see much with the lights on in the room. Nonetheless, as I started to peek out the drapes on the window closest to me, the noise was clearly now at the other window and actually sounded like someone was at that window. Sure enough, the drapes on that window started billowing into the room as that window was slid up and opened.
As I was staring in a frozen state of belief, a man's leg stepped through the window and into my room from behind the drapes! The only weapon I could quickly see was a floor lamp but the leg was between me and the lamp. Before I could find another weapon, the man was in my room and standing face to face with me! The window slammed shut behind the man when he came into my room. I screamed as loud as I could several times. No one came to my assistance! When I finally looked at him, I could see he was 17-20 years old. He looked as frightened as me. He looked at me and said, "My bad," then fumbled with the door locks until he could finally leave. I called the front desk immediately and told the clerk what happened. She was in as much disbelief as I. I told her I needed help up on that floor as I was by myself and didn't know what this riot was about. She assured me I would be helped.
When no one came upstairs and the riot continued, I called the front desk again. She informed me she was attempting to find the head coach. I didn't know what that meant and told her that if help didn't reach me immediately I would call the police for help. My husband heard the commotion upstairs and after hearing the clerk's conversation on the phone, he rushed upstairs to the room. He arrived about the same time as the clerk. I then opened my door to see, what I learned later, was a visiting high school football team totally out of control. Some of the students were running around with nothing else on but towels around their waists. The clerk and the assistant coach attempted to get them under control without much success. The clerk then transferred us to another upgraded room in another part of the hotel and the clerk informed us that we would be comped for our last night's stay.
After we were moved to our new room, we asked the clerk to give us a wake up call at 6:30 am for the next morning. This wake up call was for an important meeting at the hospital with a doctor coming to the hospital to meet with us and was explicitly set up for our benefit. You guessed it, we never got the call and we missed the meeting wherein we were to learn my brother-in-law's specific prognosis and what we needed to do to help this dying man. To add to this distress, the upgraded room was disgusting.
It was located in a smoking wing and of course we did not smoke. The carpet had some type of tarry goo seeping up through it to the extent we didn't take our shoes off and it was on the wheels of our luggage. There were no windows (which was a relief, however probably not safe with no fire escape in a smoking wing) but there was a broken, leaking skylight that looked up into the roof where the problems had just occurred. Had it not been for the need to be as close as possible to the hospital, we would have moved out of the hotel immediately. We desperately needed a haven to come back to after our long emotional days at the hospital. This was far from that haven and added to our stress and lack of sleep.
When we checked out of the hotel on September 29th, we did receive the comp fee for one night. The manager was whining about trying to get the football team to pay for the comp night and wasn't too concerned about us. The manager even questioned whether the events even occurred and said the window doesn't even open. For the record, we too had checked that window and found it to be extremely heavy and difficult to open, but it did.
Keep in mind, it was a young, healthy football player that opened it. There were no locks on it and we expressed our concerns about that to the manager upon leaving and to the clerk the night of the event. The manager once again implied that I made everything up and that no one could have entered the room through the window. We live in a ranching community and usually travel with a gun. Since we flew into town for this trip, we did not have a gun with us. The end result of this invasion would have been much worse had my husband been in the room and/or we had driven there. I have no doubt that there would have been an ambulance and police involved under those circumstances. Even though this now appears to have been a prank gone bad, someone could have been killed in our attempts to defend.