"I see dead people" is one thing but "I smell dead people" is entirely another.
I Smell Dead People Cloudy went to New York City with his 17-year-old son - who had never visited the Big Apple - to visit his daughter who attends New York University. He searched for an affordable room and found what he thought was a deal: $115 a night at "funky-groovy," still-being-renovated Jane Hotel. It's aimed at young travelers with "more dash than cash." He didn't know that the hotel still housed some tenants left over from its residential days and at least one of those tenants hadn't been checked on for days.
(day three):Sunday morning, it was like a "heavy, wet blanket" that made him want to vomit.
Sunday afternoon. Smell still bad, but mixed with bleach and ammonia. A window at the far stairwell had an industrial fan in it. Their room still fresh smelling.
Only by chance on Monday, as they were about to leave, did Cloudy happen to talk to perhaps the only hotel employee who told the truth: “Oh, some guy died in there. We think it was maybe Tuesday. Older guy, lived here," Cloudy wrote.
Decomposing body stinks up NYC hotel floor for days