Emily H
13. Juni 2023
I'm in the process of reporting these people everywhere I can so hopefully their scam listings are taken down and no one else suffers my same mistake. Listen to the negative reviews of this place; any positive one is either a sock puppet or maybe from some time in the distant past when this place might have actually been inhabitable. This place doesn't look like it's been cleaned, EVER. The floor and furniture were covered in dust, dirt, debris, dead insects—who knows what else. I had Clorox wipes with me (COVID times), and the one I used on the dresser came away completely black with filth. The windows were already open in our room when we arrived, which I thought was really weird considering it was raining and in general this is the rainy side of the island. Then I looked up and saw, sure enough, the ceilings were infested with black mold. I'm sensitive to mold and even felt sick the next day despite being in this awful house for less than an hour. My husband went up to the kitchen just to get us some water before we could leave, and he told me even the fridge and ice maker were filthy and had clearly never been cleaned. Unfortunately, he didn't think to take a picture of this, we were so preoccupied with just getting out quickly at this point. Aside from the appalling conditions and health hazards left and right, this place and the people we encountered there had a vibe that made us feel very unsafe (and neither of us are cowardly people; we both actually spent years working night security). We arrived around 9 PM, when it was already dark, and the place was very hard to find in the unlit, overgrown forest. The road leading there was also just gravel (this information was not in the listing, of course), and we were worried a few times that our rental sedan wouldn't make it. When we arrived, there was a huge German Shepherd and an older Russian man waiting for us on the porch. I have nothing against Russian people (at least the ones not waging an illegal war on poor, innocent Ukraine), but as our host took us through the house, I got a hard-to-explain but very unsettling vibe from him. At one point, he led us, with no explanation, away from our room and up a dark staircase onto the equally dark and cluttered second floor, and I honestly thought to myself, "Are we about to get murdered?" We were the only guests in the house—everyone else was clearly smart enough to stay away that night—and that fact didn't help our nerves either. The only other person in the house was the Russian man's nephew, who was apparently recently arrived from Moscow and acting as the "security guard." The older man kept telling weird jokes about his "blonde wife," but we never saw her. At first, I wondered if I was just being paranoid, as my husband didn't seem scared to me, but he later told me that when he went to the kitchen by himself, he saw a huge freezer and immediately thought to himself, "I'll bet the 'blonde wife' is in there." I doubt that's actually the cas
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