Guest Host Motel — Hotel in St. Louis

DO NOT TRUST THE PICTURES YOU SEE ON OTHER WEBSITES OR ON GOOGLE PHOTOS .Hate that I have to give it a star to leave a review, where to start... The room was disgusting, the mashed and smeared carcases of roaches on the walls, holes everywhere. There were cigarette butts on the floor as if they had done the bare minimum sweeping, my husband found weed stems behind the oddly placed night stands, only one section on the 2 outlets worked so we either had to choose light to see or charge our phones. Bathroom didn't have a door and toilet couldn't even flush the thin toilet paper provided, the shower had written with sharpie DIRECTLY on the walls like graffiti on how to use the shower. The bed was full of burn holes, dust and who knows what.. the stains who knows what caused it, the blankets smelled like they washed them with ammonia and then left the blankets in a wet pile for weeks then dried them.. the bathroom had black mold everywhere, kept sneezing and woke up with a sore throat and in the tub it looked like they shaved the paint off and left the dust and paint shavings in the tub.. TV didn't have a remote. I'm sure there's more im leaving out but if you want to feel like you're in a abandoned house where the utilities barely work then by all means have a day . This place does not deserve the 2.4 stars it has of the time I'm leaving this review.. worst Valentine's Day stay. Absolutely disgusting. Not to mention the area, DO NOT EVER BRING KIDS THERE. It's so unsafe and garbage EVERYWHERE, people yelling outside and in the rooms above us, could hear every footstep and my husband woke up to sirens close outside. No mini fridges, microwaves or safes. If you want to know which room this review is from ... AVOID ROOM 120. Please, sleep in your car, it is way...

Upon our arrival to our 2 star hotel, we realized how quickly the decision we made to stay here was wrong. But it was 12:30am and we were exhausted. My husband went in first and the first thing he saw were dirty sheets and pillow cases, as well as cigarette burns in the sheet. |We went back to the front desk and asked for clean sheets. My husband came back with a clean sheet and quickly had to turn around to get another sheet and some pillow cases. |While he did that, I started peeling back the comforter in order to start the sheet changing process just as I got to the bottom of where the comforter was, a little friend was found on the sheet. It wasn’t a big, that would have been somewhat understandable. No, it was the top to a hypodermic needle. |Upon my husbands return to the room, he informed me that the “owner” named Tony, told him it was too late to be providing this kind of service. My husband informed him that had we come into clean sheets and no signs of drugs being used, we would have accepted it. |The place is absolutely filthy, with mouse droppings, pills shoved in holes, and crayon writing to let you know which side of the shower for hot and cold water. |We didn’t want to stay, but we were exhausted and it was 1:00am by the time we got things situated.|After finally falling asleep, we get a random knock in the door at about 2am. No clue who the person was, but he just kept knocking. Finally he decided to walk away. |The moral of this story is, this is a rent by the hour kind of place in a not so great part of town. It’s disgustingly dirty and the guy running the...

This is the worst hotel/motel I’ve ever stayed in. It’s in a terrible part of town that feels completely unsafe. The “office” is just the owner sitting behind bullet-proof barred glass, with no speaker so you can’t hear anything he says. I had made a booking, gave him my ID through a drawer, and it took him at least ten minutes to find it while I just stood there in silence waiting for him to do something. No attempt whatsoever at customer service. When I finally got my room key and entered the room, it was somehow even worse than I had expected. Reeked of smoke, mold and water damage visible every where, holes in the comforter and sheets, paint peeling, cracks in the floor of the shower/bathtub that felt like they may give out at any moment, TV didn’t work… you get the picture. I left to go see the city and when I came back a couple hours later, my room key didn’t work. Good thing I got back before the owner decided to go to bed. When he let me back into my room, it was clear that someone had been in there while I was gone, which I think was the owner himself as far as I could tell. There weren’t many other guests there, but the ones who were there played music on the balcony out loud in the early morning. I would give worse than one...