So in a hostel you tend to meet a weird and wonderful eclectic group of friends. All of which possess diverse personalities and interests which bring everyone together.
Every once and while however, you get a bad apple. My weirdest hostel experience came in the form of a emaciated drug addict that creeped around in the night.
He was terribly skinny, which eventually I learnt was from drugs. He was slightly taller than me, maybe 5'7" with floppy brown hair which fell on his grey face over big sunken eyes and a perpetual look of disillusionment. Instead of walking he somehow floated in a lazy yet elegant way that dragged his feet, almost like you would expect from a ghost. As I don't remember his name, I guess I'll just refer to him as the 'night creeper'.
So the night creeper rocked up at the hostel in the middle of the day time in the form of a mid 20's emaciated artist. He told me that he drew for work, showing an example on a battered iPad, using a program like paint. His artwork was overall a pretty unimpressive line. Maybe I'm not creative or on enough drugs to see what he sees. He continued by telling me about his 'visual stories'. This involves someone telling a story and him illustrating it. He intends to start charging. He was an interesting guy with a lot of information on a lot of topics, including detailed noises excreted by different body parts. He mimicked them which was both fun and awkward to watch. This was followed by great insight into sexual frustration and a kind offer of a sensual massage which myself and a friend both declined.
I was staying in a mixed bed dorm with a couple of friends as well as the night creeper. I went to bed after a few social drinks that night noticing that the night creeper was fully awake with an unrelenting glare. I woke up to some arguing which I discovered was a friend in the room yelling at the night creeper for sitting on his bed, touching him and watching him sleep. In my sleepy state it was funny and my laughter received a real glare. I guess because it didn't happen to me, I could see the humour in it.
As the night creeper, a little deflated, was climbing back into his bunk bed I realised he was wearing nothing but a shirt and a towel. That's right, I saw his butt hole. He spent a long time watching us and I avoided sleep for quite a long time due to the creepiness of the situation.
Eventually, I fell back asleep promptly waking up to a similar thing happening to my other roommate. The night creeper was stuck in a small space on the the single bed between the wall and the guy sleeping, still wearing just a towel.
We all left to sit outside while we waited for the sun to come up, mostly silent and incredibly tired. From outside the room we could hear loud sobbing. After day break he left the room in just his towel and shirt. According to reliable witnesses the police were on the hunt for him after a stint of public masturbation.