Rip Van Winkle Motel, Warrenton

It was a dark and stormy nite, I had been warned by the local gang in Marshall, not to stay; they told me that I would be arrested, tossed in the local jail, and my mug would be plastered all over the local news the next morning. I ignored their dire warnings. As we pulled into the lot, the moll next to me, said," I got a bad feelin' about this". Telling her to zip it, I walked into the office. The nite clerk put out her L&M in an ashtray already filled with butts, she said "What can I do for ya' big guy?". I told her, "A room, just a room, for a nite". "That'll be $65 bucks" she responed in a sultry way. I opened the door to Room 102, flipped the switch; the wood panneling and decor screamed late 1960s, but I knew that nite was going to be unforgettable...and I lived to tell about it.

greatest place ever, came with a complimentary raccoon in the shower. that was at least 25 mins. of a terrifying/ awesome adventure. food in the vents of the room and a guy staring through the window for more than 2 hours. oh yeah no curtains.