The Days Inn in Willoughby, Ohio. I stopped there with Mathprime, Epsilon, and Delta. In the morning, while I was showering, I heard Mathprime talking to someone. Luckily, Mathprime knew not to open the door.
A man had come to the door and told Mathprime that there was a problem with the room, we were in the wrong room, and he needed to come in. This was a pull-off-the-highway stop, so we were checking out that morning, and we'd taken the last available room the previous night. There is no way that this story was legitimate, and Mathprime is under ten, so this guy had to have known that he was talking to a child.
Fast forward to breakfast, where I asked the man at the front desk if there was a problem with our room, and I told him what had happened. He said that there was no problem with our room, and whoever that was was not someone from the hotel, but he was not in the least disturbed by what had occurred. I don't know if this happens often there or what, but he could not have acted less concerned. Although I have never heard that anything bad happened, I am not from that area, so I would not know. I regret that I did not call the police, because I will always wonder if someone else did open her door.