No one answers the phones. Staff was napping instead of watching front desk. Rang the bell for service and no one answered. Room was dirty, and full of spiders. Closet door was off its hinges, and there was a wooden board with nails sticking out of it propped against the wall inside the closet. Dresser drawers wouldn’t close. Deadbolt had been ripped off the door. Door took a lot of force to latch closed, otherwise it would bounce back open. No toilet paper, no soap, no toiletries at all. Towels were covered in dirt. Tried to get clean towels, and no employees were around, so a gentleman who did not work for the hotel, who was doing construction on the rooms on their first floor had to search the hotel to find them for me. The towels he could find were still covered in dirt. Rust covered every surface of the bathroom, to the point my husband and I were afraid to use the water to wash our hands. And the entire time we were there, we couldn’t go more than an hour without someone walking down the hallway and trying to forcefully open our door. It sounded like someone was periodically trying to force their way into every room in the hallWay. Woken up late at night by someone repeatedly slamming the door to the room connected to ours, and it shook the walls. The only people that we noticed staying there was the family working in the hotel. It was a very frustrating experience. The definition of a crack motel.