A True Horror Show — But With Fewer Amenities
Staying at the Days Inn in Albion, Michigan felt less like a hotel visit and more like surviving the opening act of a horror film. The only thing missing was ominous violin music and a chainsaw-wielding maniac — though honestly, that might’ve improved the atmosphere.
They don't advertise breakfast, and thank God for that. After seeing the state of the place, I wouldn't trust them to safely toast bread. I imagine their version of a continental breakfast would be a stale muffin and a side of food poisoning.
The room? A masterpiece of neglect. It smelled like moldy cheese left to ferment in a hot car, and we found bugs crawling around like they were permanent residents. The jetted tub? Nonfunctional. Just a sad, oversized basin of disappointment. The outlets next to the bed didn’t work either, which was perfect for when we wanted to charge our phones and cry ourselves to sleep at the same time.
We asked to speak with the manager and were told they’d be in at 9 AM. Surprise — they never showed. Maybe they escaped. I wouldn’t blame them.
Albion itself feels like the remnants of an experiment gone wrong. The townspeople had that uncanny, unsettling vibe — like extras from a Cronenberg film with makeup that never came off.
All in all, this place was bottom of the barrel. No comfort, no hospitality, just a lot of unanswered questions and the faint sound of our dignity slipping away.
