The Historic Grand Canyon Hotel — Hotel in Williams

I found this hotel on air bnb. I was originally looking at another unit which Sarah and I were messaging back and fourth about and we decided it wasn't going to be a safe fit for my family (we have young kids). I appreciated the fact that Sarah let me know this and offered me another suite that would better fit my family. Unfortunately that unit was out of my budget and I kindly declined. Sarah then asked what my budget was and she offered the bigger suite at the price of the first suite. Not one time did I ask for this discount, she offered and it was much appreciated. We only stayed for one night. When Jonathan messaged me after checkout he asked that we let him know if we had any feedback to share. I was very respectful and HONEST. I let him know that the whole hotel is beautiful, has great vibes and was very clean and comfortable. I pointed out 3 small issues that I had. At check-in the front desk staff was seemed rude and gave me attitude. The shower was difficult to use and I had a hard time giving my children a shower. There is some mold on the ceiling of the shower. Other than this, my stay was great and I was happy. He assured me that it must have just been a misunderstanding with the staff because she is typically their best employee. I totally get it. He explained that the shower is actually a little hard to use and apologized for the inconvenience. For the mold, he reassured me that it is not mold but just needs repainted. I just asked that he gets a second opinion since we are about 95% it is mold and that mold can be very harmful for his tenants to be breathing during their stay. It is not a coincidence that there is black spots on the ceiling of the shower where it stays damp and humid but there isn't any other "repainting" needed in any other rooms in that suite. I think this upset Jonathan... I then left a 4 star review on air bnb for them stating exactly what I have said here. It was not a bad stay and the owner and I discussed my small issues and I thought that was it...

Jonathan then reviewed me on air bnb being extremely untruthful. Stating that I was looking for "compensation" which I never once asked for. He also said that I left my children unattended and that they made a mess in the breakfast room that required extra cleanup from his staff. This also never happened. I am a good mother and would NEVER leave my children unattended (they are small children, 2 years old and 5 years old). I also made sure that we cleaned up everything from the table. My daughter even went as far as wiping up some drips of milk she spilled on the way to the trashcan to throw away her cereal. I am not writing this because I think this is a terrible place to stay but I am writing this because I believe Jonathan is taking a terrible approach running his business by lying about his tenants when he is upset about their feedback. I am now just saddened to know that Jonathan has written a very dishonest review about me and my family on air bnb for other hosts to see if and when I decide to book another air bnb...

Grand Canyon Hotel, Williams AZ

The flight to Vegas was smooth, if a bit long, at nearly four hours, but the anticipation of the adventure ahead was exhilarating. It had been too many moons since my wife Lexa and I had jumped a plane for a far off place. Our friends of forever, Kevin and Cindy, had invited us on a road trip out west and it was about begin. Leaving the airport, we rented an SUV and drove for several hours to the small town of Williams Arizona. A billboard on Main Street reads, “The last town on Route 66 bypassed by I-40.” It was a time capsule of Americana, circa 1960, replete with a diner, remodeled motels in a western theme and souvenir coffee shops. We stayed in a hundred year old hotel, right on Main Street. A quaint little inn, with two floors and a grand wooden stair case leading upstairs to the guest quarters. We were greeted by a friendly young woman, sporting interesting tattoos and body jewelry, on her way to a party after finishing her shift. The lobby had a big iron stove, converted to natural gas, that kept the entire building toasty. Which was nice in the twenty degree weather. The coffee bar behind the front desk was a lounge and library that contained donated books of all sorts. The furniture and brown paneling, was straight out of the basement of a 1970’s memory. Lexa and I were given the keys to the “Paris” room. As we strolled the hall en route to Paris, we passed the Asia room, decked out in black lacquer furnishings, the Amsterdam, which we didn’t get a look at and the Blue Room. Mission style chairs and benches, draped with woolen Indian blankets, encircled a parlor area at the top of the stairs, next to a wet bar and ice machine. Our Paris digs had original water color art, all scenes of “Gay Pari” and a steamer trunk converted to a furniture piece, standing on end in the corner. Our bath room had a crystal chandelier hanging just in front of the shower entrance which was basically a converted closet with tiled walls and painted concrete floor. The wood floor of our suite creaked with every step as I made my way to a suitcase stand beside a window that offered a view of the distant mountains. The floor was slightly off kilter, a gentle slope from the door to the window. There was a smell of old to the place, similar to that of antique stores, or the attic in grandmas house. To say that the hotel was charming would be a disservice. It was chock full of every sort of knick knack and yard sale prize imaginable, a sort of hoarders paradise, but well orchestrated and interesting.

Following a late dinner with Kevin and Cindy, a few blocks away, at Miss Kitty’s bar and grill, we shivered as we walked back to our toasty inn. After climbing the stairs and finding our room, I fished our Eiffel Tower key ring out of my jacket and we retired for the evening. Sleep was easy with the cold wind dancing about the window and the long day behind us. If you find your way to Williams AZ, treat yourself to a stay at the Grand Canyon Hotel, on Route 66. It isn’t fancy,...

I stumbled across this hotel listing while planning a road trip my wife and I were about to take with our kids. The listing I found was for Suite 13—an intriguing name in itself. The pictures were beautiful, showcasing a cozy yet historic charm. But as I read through the description, one detail stopped me in my tracks: the place was rumored to be haunted. Intrigued, I showed my wife the pictures first. She loved the vibe, gave her approval, and only after locking in the booking did I casually mention the haunted part. At that point—no turning back.

The location was perfect—right on Route 66, surrounded by great places to eat, unique souvenir shops, and the kind of nostalgic energy that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a different time. The area was welcoming, full of friendly faces, and had a certain buzz to it—whether from the lively travelers passing through or something a little more… lingering.

When we arrived, we were pleasantly surprised to find parking easily, though we had been warned it could be tricky. The lobby was well-kept, warm, and inviting. The two front desk staff members were incredibly friendly and helpful, making check-in a breeze. A quick heads-up: this location has no elevator, but it’s only two stories. Still, lugging our heavy suitcase up the stairs gave me an unexpected workout—fair warning, but nothing we couldn’t handle.

Now, entering Suite 13. It’s a two-room suite with one bathroom—cozy, charming, and offering a view that made the world outside feel smaller and quieter. But as we stepped inside, we couldn’t shake the feeling that we weren’t alone. There were other guests here—guests who had been here for a very, very long time.

They made their presence known in subtle, unsettling ways. They knew exactly which floorboards would creak as we moved about. They seemed to anticipate the precise moment the distant train horn would wail through the night, almost as if it was part of their nightly ritual. And they watched us—not in a menacing way, but in the way an old house watches, curious about its new occupants, listening to every whispered conversation, every hesitant step.

Whether it was our imagination, the history seeping through the walls, or something else entirely—Suite 13 left its mark on us. This place is now a core memory for our family, a perfect mix of eerie and enchanting.

And yes,...