Someone followed me to my hotel room in Houston

I don’t post here often, but this story still creeps me out. It happened a few months ago during a business trip to Houston.

I had booked a room in a big downtown hotel. Nothing unusual: huge lobby, distant front desk staff, people coming and going. That night, I came back from dinner pretty late, maybe around 11:30 PM.

As I walked through the lobby, I noticed a guy sitting in one of the chairs, hood pulled up. I had the feeling I’d seen him earlier on the street, but I brushed it off. Anyway, I got into the elevator.

Just before the doors closed, the same guy slipped inside. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at me, just pressed the button for the floor right above mine. My stomach dropped.

When I got off on my floor, the hallway was empty. But then I heard footsteps behind me — he had gotten out too. I headed quickly toward my room, swiped my keycard… but my hands were shaking so bad I couldn’t get the door to unlock. That’s when I felt him speeding up.

Right before he reached me, a deep voice cut through the silence: “Hey man, trouble with your card?”

I jumped. It was another hotel guest, a huge guy in a bathrobe, holding a can in his hand. He had stepped out just a couple of doors down. The hooded guy instantly slowed, muttered something, and turned back toward the elevator.

The bathrobe guy gave me a look like want me to hang around until you get in? I didn’t even need to answer — he just stood there until my door finally opened.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. The next morning I asked to change rooms and reported the incident to the front desk. They just shrugged it off like it was “no big deal.”

But I still think about that moment, the heavy silence in the hallway, and what might have happened if that bathrobe guy hadn’t stepped out at exactly the right time.

To you, bathrobe guy in Houston: thank you. 🙏