When my husband and I were 19, (we were married at 18) we were driving home (to florida) from Maryland. We stopped in south carolina for the night. We stopped at a Holiday Inn, they said they couldn't give us a room unless we were 21. The guy at the desk said you can stay over there (pionting next door). The place was called the "Swamp Fox Inn", it was dark and creepy. We were sooo tired we stayed, but I think we both slept with one eye open the whole night. There were scary people outside. We will never stay in a place like that again. It looked like one of those cheep, creepy places in movies where people are dealing drugs and killing people. I'm glad to now be 21.