One of my first jobs was working in a small coastal hotel. Most of the rooms were in the main building, but there was a separate annex with two bedrooms and own front door, own kitchen/bathroom etc. like a little holiday home.
It was booked for a weeks stay, 3 adults. I wasn’t there to check them in, but it was in the book it was occupied so I knew it was in use. Anyway we didn’t see head not tail of them the whole time, they insisted they didn’t want any bedding or towels, no tea or coffee topped up etc.
Come check out day I’m stood in reception and the door opened and the smell hit me like a freight train. It was like rotten putrid meat, mixed with faeces and sweat. I can’t really describe it any other way. In walks these three adults from the annex, and there’s this one poor guy… legs totally ulcerated, weeping pus that you could see from a distance, they looked like they were decomposing on him.
Anyway, we couldn’t let out the annex for over a month after. It took two days of leaving the place totally wide open to air before anyone even braved going in. Took almost total renovation in the end, walls painted and new carpets etc. I never found out if they charged the guests or what happened there, but yeah… that smell still makes me honestly gag.