Holiday Motel

I can attest to reviewer below, this hotel is SUPER creepy! My bf and I planned a trip to Howe Caverns this August and were looking for a place to stay. August must be a peak tourism time because Howe Motel and every other hotel/​motel in the area was completely booked… all except for this one. I can’t lie, I’m totally dependent on Unilocal and the review was really strange so we were hesitant.
But the weekend of our trip arrived and we were getting desperate so my bf called back and booked the room. On the drive up to the caverns I was being a tourist and taking pictures of EVERYTHING we saw on the way (even the cows). But when we passed the motel it looked creepy and deserted like something out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, so my bf slowed down so I could snap a picture for Instagram. But when I tried to take the picture (on my iPad), it turned out white and foggy like it was double exposed film and I couldn’t see anything. That has never happened before (it’s an iPad!), but I thought my case might have been in the way so I tried it again and the same thing happened. I gave up and we sped back up, but I swear the next picture I snapped 5 seconds later came out CRYSTAL clear.
Call it a coincidence if you want, but that was enough for us. My bf called up the motel right after and cancelled our reservation. The lady could have very well been nice and the stay could have been fine, but there was no way I was taking a chance. We ended up driving longer on the way back from the cave and staying in a nice, cozy Catskills lodge for the same price.

Admitting right up front that this review is based on a stay in… 1999? 2000? but I had to tell the weird story that goes with it.
We were returning to Cleveland after a visit to my family in Maine, and our two cats were with us. Rocket, the big white one, loves everyone. EVERYONE. He believes that humans were put on this earth to love and adore him.
When we checked in that evening the woman at the desk looked a little odd to us – her skin seemed very loose, as if she’d lost a lot of weight very quickly, but she was a perfectly nice person and so we didn’t think about it.
The next morning she passed our room as we were hauling bags and cats back out to the car. Charles had Rocket in his arms, the lady said hello, and Charles tried to introduce them. Rocket took *one look* at her and vaulted up over Charles’ shoulder and under the bed as if this woman were going to eat his soul. Rocket doesn’t hide from anything, ever.
We made our apologies and she went on her way. We extracted Rocket from under the bed and got him into the car; he spent the next thirty or forty minutes hiding in the covered litter box. When we got to a rest station in Ohio he sat on my lap and looked out the window; he saw a woman with long black hair like the scary lady’s and DUCKED UNDER THE EDGE OF THE WINDOW so she wouldn’t see him.
We passed through the area a year later and he got really anxious and agitated. I’ve heard that cats have a memory of about ten years; I’m curious to see what would happen if we went there now.
Honestly, I don’t remember much else about the motel. As far as I remember it was comfortable and clean; the area is definitely beautiful, since it’s upstate New York.