I was working the night shift and basically everything was quiet. All of a sudden this weird little guy comes to the reception and tells me he needs two new mattresses. Why? Because he wet his bed (to be honest, it happens more often than you might think in hostels). I say no problem and ask him why he needs the second one. He goes umm, err, mmm, then another guy comes down the stairs looking furious. And he actually was. Because he was in the bottom bunk. He woke because of the pee dripping on his face.

At a hostel in Vietnam, I saw a woozy Danish guy slip off a table on a stray ping-pong ball, dislocate his shoulder, and wet his pants. At breakfast. Superb viewing.

I was the new guy working at the hostel, so I got stuck cleaning the bathrooms. Upon entering the men's room to do my rounds, I hear a man dropping what sounds like the most painful deuce of his life. I carry on and go about my work for the next fifteen minutes and he still isn't out yet. Right as I'm about to ask him if he's okay, this big jolly Brit walks out of the stall with a handful of rubbers filled with mystery substances. He looks me dead in the eye and says, "Singapore, mate." Then he walks out, solemnly shaking his head.

I was staying in Auckland and was in a 4-person room. When I moved in there was someone in a bed with the covers over themselves this was around 2 pm and so I figured they were recovering or something. In the 4 days we were roommates I only saw him out of bed twice. Once to either shower or eat and the other time to yell at me and threaten me.

He was a smaller gentleman and at odd hours of the day he would play sappy music. Britney Spears or Taylor Swift love songs and Rebecca Black's 'Friday.' He started Saturday morning at 7AM playing Britney Spears for about an hour and then stopped. I got up at 10 AM and went to shower. After the shower I was getting dressed in the room and he suddenly throws off the covers and stands up yelling at me, accusing me of a hate crime because I am making noise getting dressed.

So he is yelling at me, threatening me, and saying he is going to call the cops on me for my hate crime so I just yelled back that he had no right to speak about being quiet since he plays garbage music all hours of the day without headphones. After a couple minutes of this he retreated back to his bed and I never saw him again.

I passed a kidney stone in the coastal heat of a Colombian hostel. That hurt.

But, the staff partied with me before and after, then hung the stone on the wall in one of the dozens of small ziploc bags we were always mysteriously finding.

I've never worked in a hostel but I've stayed in loads. I always remember this one guy in Warsaw. It was quite a big hostel but despite it being summer, quite empty, so I was in a room of 8 beds and it was me, this guy and a couple. On the first day I walked in the room to find him grappling the ceiling as if he was Spiderman. I didn't notice him at first but then he thudded to the ground and acted as if nothing had happened.

He repeated this trick a few times and I saw him walking around the hostel as if he was a kid trying not to touch the floor, clambering on stuff and the walls etc. When I woke up the next day, he was outside in the courtyard doing a cross between martial arts and some kind of yoga wearing a toga. When I got back that night, he was singing on Skype. I also noticed he was reading a book purely about squirrels.

I was there for 3 nights and I think he spent his whole time in the hostel doing crackpot things

I was in Prague a few years ago, staying at a hostel, as high schoolers are wont to do. My buddy and I had just returned from a of making poor decisions and were chilling in the lobby area. This Swedish metal band that was also staying at the hostel came in, all of them absolutely annihilated.

The vocalist, who's this huge dude with long blonde hair, exactly what you'd expect from a Swedish metal band, is completely plastered and starts yelling, asking people to kick him in the head. Nobody really wants to do it but he was being really aggressive. Eventually he puts his head down on this table and the bassist in the band starts kicking him in the head, as requested. Hard kicks, right in the skull. After each kick, the dude yells for the bassist to do it again. After 3 or 4 kicks, the bassist stops cause his foot hurts too much, and they all go upstairs.

I saw them all the next day and the vocalist was completely fine, with no ill effects. The bassist, however, BROKE HIS FOOT on this dude's hard head, and had to go to the hospital.

I was working on Crete in a youth hostel and cut my own hair using a couple of mirrors. An Albanian friend liked it and paid me to cut his hair, him being too afraid of being deported to go into the village to get a haircut. So I cut his hair. I made it look just like Roger Moore in Live and Let Die and his friends became interested. I cut 28 men's hair. Almost all of the migrant Albanians wore old 1970s clothes, like Albania stopped importing all clothes after 1978, so the haircuts were twerking their fly collars and no-belt golf pants.

I used to manage a hostel in Mission Beach, Australia for 4 years. I saw a couple do it in a hammock... while standing up.

I manage a hostel in America and nothing surprises me any more. But there was one French guest -- he was sober as he had just checked in. I got a call from the business below the hostel saying someone is peeing out the window. I run up and catch the guy in the act. He honestly thought it would be alright to do that. He swore that in France that's what they do. Needless to say, we kicked him out.

I lived in a hostel in Dublin's Temple Bar district for a month before finding an apartment. One of fellow guests in a 12 bed mixed room was a 65ish English woman who would eat candy form a noisy plastic bag in the middle of the night and then apply insane amounts of makeup, particularly lipstick (in the dark).

At a hostel in Sydney a 50ish French man would dress up for work every night, in a fancy suit, with a briefcase and umbrella, and then spend the rest of the night standing in various corners of the building.

Once I was staying in a hostel in Tokyo and woke up to this guy loudly talking to his dad on Skype in the common room about how he thinks he is infertile because "nothing comes out," how much he wants to literally kill his brother, and, "Oh by the way dad, I'm racist now."

This was unfortunately the morning after my friend and I decided to be social and spent the night out with this guy. I know people say "X is the craziest guy I know" but this is the first time I ever thought someone would possibly kill me in my sleep because they were just that bat crap crazy.

I've stayed in hostels lots over the past 6 or so years.

I was in a 10-bed dorm in Coogee Beach, Sydney. All us guys we went out together, stumbled back and got into bed. We all chatted for a bit then people stated to drift off.

One guy had met a girl at the bar and arrived later with her. They thought they were being quiet but they were so loud that everyone was woke up.

Either way, I tried to ignore it while they had quick loud and noisy bottom bunk hostel fun. Once they were done the room was silent. I still wasn't sure if they had woken anyone else up.

Then one of the other guys broke the silence by asking, "Can I have a go next?"

The poor girl ran out. Everyone was awake and a good hour of laughing ensued.

Hostels are great. You definitely see the worst and best in people.

Staying at a hostel off On Nut in Bangkok last year at this time. Roomed with a giant Aussie that slept with a cleaver. He would pace around the room holding it and muttering to himself. I left quickly.

I stayed four nights in a hostel in Paris. First three nights were GREAT, because my friends and I managed to snag a private room that was just us. The last night, they'd accidentally double-booked and the second party had paid more, so they spread us out over several rooms. I wound up in a 12-person room with a bunch of Australians.

Apparently one of the girls had slept with the other girl's boyfriend and everyone started to take sides. I was in bed with the curtains drawn by the time the fight started, and huddled in a corner in terror while ten angry Australian girls beat on each other.

They were all friends again by morning.

My roommate and I were in Amsterdam in a 7-person room at a hostel. One of the beds was occupied by a  woman who over time we realized never left her bed. We were there for three nights and she was in her bed every time we were in the room. Every so often she would open her purse, empty out the contents, and look at each individual item. She never did anything with the stuff in the purse and would place each thing back individually each time.

Also, she would chant and speak to herself in a different language all hours of the day and night. She would be sleeping and every so often she would wake up, spray the air with some air freshener, and go back to sleep. I have no idea where or how she ate. It was weird and kind of turned me off of group rooms at hostels.

I have many hostel stories but this one is by far the funniest. So me and a friend are in a hostel in Monteverde Costa Rica. After a long day of activity and traveling around to get to Monteverde we were drained and tired. We made a delicious typical Costa Rican meal with some other lovely backpackers who were at the hostel at the time. That night I was the last one to leave the balcony which overlooks the rain forest (a truly beautiful sight). It started becoming extremely windy so I went to my shared room.

Little did I know that I was sharing this room with a deaf couple and my traveling buddy (who happens to be a very very deep sleeper). The locked the door on the inside and I kept knocking for about 20 minutes to no avail. That night I slept in the main room, which was separated from the balcony with a poorly installed sliding glass door. It was extremely windy cold and the only thing I had to cover me that night was the big bean bag chairs. It was worth it for the story.

Went to Prague and stayed in backpackers with a good guy friend of mine (we are Australian). We get to the room and we are sharing it with a 50+ dude from Texas and a weirdly quiet young dude just chilling and reading, no big deal.

The Texan would only address my friend (who is male), and asked if I was his wife (my friend is gay). When we said no, he got really awkward. If I answered his questions, he ignored me.

When we found out he was from Dallas, we were making small talk and were like "oh cool, our friend is from Austin." He looked like we had killed his firstborn and said he hated people from Austin. Then he found out I was half Austrian and went on a weird rage about Austrians. Then went on about how he was allowed to be in Prague because his distant relatives were from Prague.

I went all across Europe with my family this last Summer and we stayed in a hostel in Italy that was a terrible experience. We arrive at the hostel and the owner is extremely nice, and he tells us to follow him to the room. We do so and he takes us to a hallway leading down to a basement.

There is a metal gate that locks and blocks the hallway, you have to shake this gate while moving the key to unlock it. We then go down the stairs into the basement and get into our room. It is a small room and is very moist. He shows us around and starts to leave. Before he goes, he tells us the door is weird and it locks from the outside so make sure not to lock yourself in.

He heads out and we start to get ready to go explore Italy..... We go to open the door, and wouldn't you know it, he locked us in. Now you may be thinking, "just use the keys he gave you to unlock the door." Guess what, he took the keys with him. You may also be thinking "Just use your phone and call him." That would be a good idea if we had cell reception in the basement.

My mom and dad start getting panicky and start yelling for help. Eventually, a maid hears my mom and dad yelling and comes to the gate. She can't see that we are locked in however because of the aforementioned gate. So my mom is trying to speak Spanish to this woman who was speaking Italian in hopes that maybe she would be able to understand Spanish. She is able to get the generally idea that we are trapped in the basement and we give her his phone number to call. She gets ahold of him and he says he is on his way back. About an hour later he comes back and we are finally free. Overall, we spent about 2 hours stuck in that basement.

On my first day of work at a hostel far out in the bush of Australia, my new boss casually informed me that a random man with a machete, who was living in the nearby jungle, had been stealing food from the fridge. Then she left and I was on my own. Oh, Australia.

After brushing my teeth in a hostel in Hanoi I crossed the hall to my room. As I opened the door, I heard someone down the hall yell: "OH NO, where's the snake?!" About 2 hours after that I heard screams from down the hall. I guess they found the snake. I got out of that place as soon as possible.

We stayed at this hostel in Australia which ran a bus shuttle from the hostel to the town centre. One night we got on the bus and the driver started driving like Keanu Reeves in Speed, bombing down the road in the opposite direction of our destination. After five minutes of fearing for our lives we asked him what was going on. The guy stopped the bus and and informed us that he was in fact not our driver. He was just some random guy who fancied a joy ride.

I used to work at a hostel.

One night, a German dude came to reception and very calmly explained that a homeless man was in the stairwell abusing guests as they walked up and down. I went to investigate and discovered it was one of our managers. The dude ran one of the bars in our hostel (yes, one of the bars).

At a hostel in Amsterdam, an Australian guy named Steve-O  threw himself face-first down the stairs. At the bottom, he got up and yelled to us, "Now that's how you go down the stairs!"

At a hostel in Vancouver, Canada there were all these Americans complaining that the ATM dispensed them Canadian money. This happened numerous times. I'm not sure what they were expecting.