Arrived and entered the house by way of the provided code for the electronic door lock. We had stopped to pick up groceries and some needed refrigeration so we carried those in first.
Which is when I discovered the fridge filled with food. Looked around and saw more food and personal items in the kitchen. Called out to no answer so we walked around a bit.
Imagine if you left your home for the day for work and a stranger walked in. This is exactly how it all appeared.
Hurried back to the car afraid we were going to get the cops called on us and called the company who reassured us and told us the house owner had said he was going to get things cleared up which apparently hadn't happened.
This seemed like something the company should have checked, but they assured us it was fine to just push things aside.
In the process of clearing things away into a large closet we found half used bottles of cancer medications and some paperwork which indicated the owner had been being treated for a stage four cancer.
Between these and other paperwork found in the house we are fairly certain the owner died and his children had the body transported back to where his wife was buried in a northern state.
We guessed they arranged to rent the place out without ever coming to clear his belongings.
I stayed in a B&B once but it was a basement room. I had to be in by 10:30 p.m., and as the tenants were a little "off," I went down early and said goodnight to the couple. As I reached the bottom step I heard a click of a key in a lock. I went back up the stairs and checked the door and yep...it was locked tight.
I knocked quietly and softly called out but no one replied though I could hear movement and what sounded briefly like laughing. I then phoned the B&B in the hope of someone answering and someone did...an answering machine. I felt stupid and hung up.
My prison for the night was very basic and small with a sink, a cot, and a portable heater from a place that time forgot. And lots of frames on the walls but oddly no pictures.
I went to bed but not before I put a small obstacle course between my single corner bed and the steps.
In the morning when I awoke the door was slightly ajar. I dressed and went up for breakfast a little annoyed and creeped out. I felt like trust had been broken and maybe rights had been infringed.
The food was already ready so I ate it and no one was around. The landlady was very nonchalant and still a bit odd and when I mentioned the door locking, without looking up she said, "it was house rules and no one had complained before." She claimed it was, "for safety, as I might be a serial killer or worse" (what's worse?).
I tactfully asked what would happen if a fire broke out and she said, "there were people for that"... presuming she meant firemen who'd rescue me. On a full tummy and on my way out I realized I'd have to take up this issue online via a review and left.
At the time I didn't freak out but thinking about it all much later I really worried about being locked in a basement without any way out. Just a sealed door with a key controlled by a couple of oddballs.
Maybe they were harmless but if that door hadn't opened in the morning or the ancient heater had caught fire. etc. Who knows?
While in the isles of Scotland, we stayed in a B&B. It was owned by a couple.
The bedrooms were extremely well done and beautiful, but on everything there were signs to not "touch".
To use the shower, you would have to ask the couple and the Internet ended at 11 pm.
The woman would also check on everyone at random times in the night, we would hear creeping in the hallway to make sure "everyone was sleeping" and not doing any illicit things like using the Internet.
When we checked out of her B&B, she came into our room and said that we "stunk", and opened the window to prove this and demanded money immediately.
Another traveler was kicked out of the B&B because the checkout time was 10 am,
and they were forced to stand outside (she wouldn't even let them stay inside) in the thunderstorm while their taxi came.
Another traveler had to get a check (we were in an isolated place) to pay for the room and she took their bags and wouldn't give them back.
But on the way out...she asked everyone if they enjoyed their stay!
My friends and I booked a big house for a weekend near Wrigley Field in Chicago for a Bachelorette party.
We had decorated the whole house with uh... inappropriate banners and things like that--you know how bachelorette parties go.
We spent Saturday morning brunching and pre-gaming before the evening's festivities, and by 1 p.m. or so were all certainly well on our way to party town. While we were sitting there, the bachelorette gets a call from the Airbnb owner saying he was "in the midst of listing the place" and that he "forgot to tell us he had scheduled showings all weekend."
She told him that was absolutely not going to fly--there were women napping in rooms, women getting ready, alcohol bottles everywhere, not to mention the decor.
He replied by saying he was already outside with the first showing and was giving us a courtesy call to let us know he would be coming in. We look outside and he is standing on the sidewalk with a family including three little kids.
He brought them inside to give them a showing and we just had to sit there awkwardly, drunk at 1 p.m., surrounded by blow-up penises, while they walked around and viewed the house.
He even went into the rooms where women were napping and turned on all of the lights to show them the bedrooms.
Luckily we left soon after for a Cubs game but he proceeded to show the house for the rest of the day.
We contacted Airbnb and they refunded half our money, but there weren't any other available houses in the area for them to move us to that weekend so we just had to deal.
I was staying in an Airbnb apartment in Paris looking for a room to rent somewhere in the city.
The apartment wasn't very good: creaky floors, crappy bathroom, etc. What made it worse was the apartment next door was being renovated throughout the day from 7 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. Nonstop drilling and hammering all day, every day. On top of that was the couple upstairs had a newborn baby, and the ceiling was paper-thin so during the early hours of the morning I would hear this screaming child hour after hour.
So the worst part was after I'd returned to the Airbnb from interviewing for a room to rent that afternoon, I'd noticed that my clothing in my suitcase had been rifled through. Immediately I check my secret compartment where I'd kept my extra cash and of course everything was gone!
300€ Taken from my belongings.
But here's the thing; my $2000 laptop was on the table right next to it as well as other expensive belongings and nothing else was touched in the apartment. I'd also made sure I locked the apartment every time I left and it was locked when I returned.
I'm sure by now you've put it together that someone with a key let themselves in.
Immediately I call the host to discuss the problem and her response was arranged from "That's not possible" to "Maybe you put the money somewhere else." Naturally,
I was furious but I restrained myself and didn't accuse. She said she'd come in the morning to inspect the apartment because I'd decided to rent the room I'd found in the city.
All she did was look around, check the lock on the door and never said she was sorry or offer to refund my money for the stay. I left that place so angry I still think about it and clench my fists. At least the people I moved in with after weren't total jerks.
Booked a place in Barcelona for 5 nights. The place was well-reviewed and located near the Sagrada Familia:
Some random friend of the owner picked us up from the airport, he was literally speeding/swerving through traffic and didn't speak a word of English.
Got to the apartment and some other guy handed me a phone to talk to the owner - he explained there was water coming through the ceiling and he'll fix it ASAP; found this was pouring onto the boiler and a live power socket; then saw there was a piece of glass in the kitchen window missing, just to top this off.
We decided to stay one night (we had no other options). Barcelona has more motorbikes than any other city I've been to, so every 5 minutes we were woken up by one going by as the windows had zero soundproofing.
We moved the mattress to another room away from the road (it was 3 am at this point), when a large group of drunk women came into the apartment building and were running around the staircase, screaming and laughing. Then at 4am the kids of the neighbor above started running around and playing/screaming too.
5am we rang Airbnb, received a full refund and booked a 5 star hotel for less than the Airbnb: you can get pretty good deals at that time in the morning!
Piece of advice: always use the Airbnb chat to talk to the owner, this conversation is recorded then in case they try and grift you in any way or break Airbnb's rules.
The whole time the owner was constantly trying to get us to talk over WhatsApp, making promises to make sure we stay then trying to get us out so he could get other tenants in.