If you ever wanted a firsthand experience of a crime documentary, look no further than Red Roof Inn Augusta (Washington Rd). From the moment I arrived, it was clear this was less a place for travelers and more a hub for chaos.
First, let’s talk safety…because there was none. Within hours, I witnessed an individual clearly under the influence of meth wandering the premises, a revolving door of questionable activity indicative of prostitution, and openly operating drug deals. And yet, somehow, that wasn’t even the worst part.
The room itself was in a state of absolute disrepair. Half the outlets didn’t work, meaning I had to play musical chairs with my electronics. The phone? Useless. The shower head managed to soak everything **except** me. And let’s not forget the pièce de résistance: dried blood stains on the sheets, a horrifying discovery that made sleeping impossible. The furniture looked as though it had been plucked straight from a demolition site, and after the first day, fresh towels became a distant dream.
At this point, I considered leaving, but given the types lingering around the lobby, I wasn’t entirely convinced my car would be in one piece the next morning.
**Final Verdict:** If you value your life, hygiene, or sanity, do yourself a favor and stay far, far away. This place isn’t just terrible,it’s a horror show masquerading as accommodation. One star, and that’s being generous.
