Super 8 by Wyndham Norfolk — Hotel in Norfolk

The gentleman at the front desk was extremely helpful and kind. He was so kind that he mistakenly put me in a room that smelled a little TOO good. I had to come back to the front desk and request to move to a room that smelled a little more like the feet of a fire walker. He was able to accommodate. After he moved me to another room I set my things on the bed and took a look around. The first thing I noticed was the decor. It was darkish but cozy. Think of a rustic log cabin surrounded by pines but instead of logs it's green wallpaper and instead of a pine forest outside its an army of vice cops. The bathroom needed updating and I don't mean updated to something super sleek and state of the art; I'm grading it on the scale of other crappy hotel bathrooms. It would be great if this were at that level. However, I was very happy to feel that the water was very hot and almost lava-like. The amount of dripping flesh I had to pick off of my body afterward was kept to a manageable minimum. For food, there were two fine dining locations (Arby's and taco bell) within walking distance. I was slightly more in the mood for what looked like the contents of a baby's diaper in a gummy tortilla than I was for shaved gelatinous roast beef product so I chose the taco bell. I ordered and waited. After a while they brought my order out and mistakenly called for "Scott" when my name is Mike. I grabbed my bag and headed back to my room. Once inside my room I began to "enjoy" my dinner but I realized that they got my order wrong. Or I grabbed Scott's food. Scott, you are a sick individual. I finished your burrito but had to take a break before attacking the other two things you ordered. It was tough, my friend. I did you a favor. It was chilly in my room so before I broke into the rest of Scotts meal I turned on the heater and wandered back to the table. That's when the stench hit me. I say it hit me but it was more like a shot square on my face with a snow shovel. All of the sudden I was no longer in my room but was transported to another place and another time I didn't recognize immediately. It's possible it was another timeline altogether. Maybe another dimension. A dimension where shadow beings inhabited my room with me and clung to the walls and ceiling like 30 year old nicotine slime. I was afraid and I welcomed physical death because I knew I was already dead inside. When I slipped back into my own timeline the stench was still there and I was sad that I was still alive. I was torn about what to do with the rest of Scott's meal. On one hand, I had completely lost my appetite but on the other hand I wanted to finish the meal in hopes of creating the sort of stomach issues that might help cover up the putrid stench of the heater. I opted to smoke half a pack of cigarettes instead. Overall, this place is great but I will probably sleep on top of the covers tonight. Not because I'm afraid of bed bugs but because there is a football sized lump underneath the blanket next to me and I'm afraid to find...

Stayed in first floor. Room above us was occupied and anytime they walked across the floor, it resonated loudly into our room. Anytime they sat on the bed, it caused the floor to flex and a high pitch squeak emanated throughout room with every movement.

At 2am, the people in the room above us decided to have sex until about 4am. The violent movements from their bed filled our room with a constant rhythmic squeaking noise. When they moved on from the bed, it sounded like a WWE match was being filmed. Bed to floor to bed to floor. Something crazy was going on, that’s for sure.

I called the front desk after the first hour and told them about it. The front desk person told me "They have been going outside". WHAT? What does that mean? Why did he say that? Why is he making an excuse for them (and a wrong one at that). Nobody is going outside, people are having rough sex at 2am above our room. I pushed back and he said he would call the room. It might have slowed them down, but they went on for more time.

Worse hotel stay in our lives. I didn't feel the front desk person was caring enough and addressed our situation properly. At checkout I was going to talk to them, but when I went to check out, there was a sign saying they were gone and would be back momentarily. I waited 10 minutes, then had to leave, so I put my key cards on the desk and off I went, cussing under my breath.

There is obviously a structural problem in the floor between the first and second floor, at least in the area of the room I was in. I think it was 126 or 128. Movement of people walking and movement of the bed shouldn't make the extremely loud sounds and squeaks that we heard. I have stayed in a lot of hotels and have never heard...

Worst super 8 I've stayed at. When you first walk in it reeks of raid like none other. when I got to my room I ended up opening the window and let it air out for 2 hours just to get the stench out. During that time walking around the bathroom towels were either caked with makeup or caked with dirt from too many uses and extremely thin.... Thinner and a typical days inn or super 8 hotel. I ended up getting my own towel. One of the pictures I posted you can see the difference between a clean towel and their towel. The main light barely lit up. water stains on desk. Shower head put more water with a curtain completely closed on the floor then it did in the bathtub and the popcorn ceiling was peeling off. Should have spent the extra 40 bucks at the other hotels. when I called around looking for a different room they all stated the owner here at the super 8 will take the mattresses out of the rooms and leave them up against the building outside to disinfect them... I tried calling the front desk for a run change. But no answer another guy said he had the same problem you just have to go to the front and keep it in zero until the guy decides to pick up. has cameras everywhere and wires all over the outside walls was not professionally wired so he watches you everywhere but there's no cameras that I found on the outside. The guy looks like he's in his mid-30s just woke up at 4:00 p.m. when I checked and quick put a shirt on. Seemed as thou he wanted to hurry up and get back to his Xbox game. Today I'm itching all over and definitely will be throwing my clothes in the burn barrel when I get home. I'm glad I did not bring my whole suitcase in the...