So I was sitting around taking on my usual duties at work last night (reading a 9/11 timeline on beeb news site) when a young Arab-Scottish lad came to the door. He walked in as if he was already a guest, wandered into the corridor and then came back through to reception and asked me if he could see his mate in room 14. I asked for his mates name, which was Khan, and checked the list. No Khan in house. I told him there were other hotels in the area, that he was probably in one of those but this chap was insistent he was here due to a nearby fast food place. I pointed out there was another hotel similar and then the guy asked to use the toilet. For some reason (unbeknownst to me) I allowed him to come by into the reception and use our toilet. He was in and out as per what I'd estimate as the usual time for a piss and when I asked him if he wanted me to phone the other hotels he was half out the door already. "Naw, it's awright, buddy, I'll just look at my sat nav. Thanks." At first I thought nothing of it and then sat back down and started reading this thing about the 9/11 terrorists. Then I pat my shants. YOUNG? ARAB? MALE? He's well just planted a fucking bomb in there! So I decided to phone the other hotels anyway. None of them had a Khan staying whatsoever and the next one over is Glasgow. I went to go for a fag to calm my nerves and popped outside. The fucker and a group of his pals were parked in the car park, engine off, inside lights off, nae music. I got panicky again. I walked around the outside of the building for 10 minutes to see if they would move, they didn't. Then one opened the car door and shouted at his mates in a foreign language before looking at me and getting back in the car. At this point I'm beginning to genuinely feel like Jack Bauer is the only bloke who can save me. I am certain that they are waiting for me to get back in the building so they can hit the detonator. Anyways, when I DO go back in and look out the window half an hour later, they're still there. He walked in at 4.30am, it's now 5.10am I decided to phone the police station. Not my smartest move, I'll admit, but they were making me really nervous which was probably down to my massively over active imagination and desperate need to see a therapist. I got on the line to the desk and told them what had happened, said I found it all very suspicious and that I just wanted them to ask the guys to leave our car park at the very least. "No problem, somebody'll be right round." Ten minutes later, they're still parked out there and the cops haven't turned up. I thought I'd go for another patrol outside and as I stepped out the car drove off. I gritted my teeth, waiting on the building to explode behind me. I figured if I hopped in the air at precisely the right time I might survive. That's what happens in films. But it didn't explode. When the police popped round all of five minutes later I apologised for wasting their time, told them it was probably nothing and we put the guy acting suspiciously down to him not being sure if he could use the hotel toilet. We're the only place that's open here at this time of night apart from the McDs drive through. The cops were sympathetic. They understood why I thought it was suspicious, him asking for a non-existant guest (there was no Khan at any other hotel in the area) and then them just sitting parked out there instead of going to the other place regardless. So they were at least willing to humour me. I gave them the license plate number and they promised to follow it up, heading off probably thinking "what a massive dickhead" and i got back to work. So was I just fucking paranoid? It's not like me to care about these things at all, God knows where it came from. It was all just really, really unusual.