I booked this place specifically because of its connection to The Blair Witch Project. If you're an obsessed fan like me, let me tell you: it wasn't worth it.
The problems started the moment I got the key. "Electric cards aren't working," I was told, as the manager handed me a standard house key, which itself was faulty:
"When you put it in the lock, you have to pull it back out a little bit."
An unreliable, slow means of entering the "safety" of my room? Great!
It took no less than two minutes to break into the room I paid for.
Closing the door behind myself, I noticed the interior door frame had been shattered, with only a few screw holes left to hint at what might have happened. Presumably some sort of lock/deadbolt had been ripped out of the door and frame. Did someone kick this door in, at some point in the past?
That wasn't the only sign of damage. Someone or something had shattered part of the bathroom door, which had likely also featured a coat hook at some point in the past, going by the four empty holes at about eye level.
In the corner, a disgustingly dirty chair showed obvious fraying, and the desk beside it was barely standing. I have no plausible explanation for why someone had ripped the front of a drawer off the pathetic frame.
Maybe a literal bear had torn the room apart. Maybe the creature from the end of Blair Witch 3 had stormed through the place while researching for the role.
I'm out of characters. Don't stay here...