Jake prided himself on finding cheap travel deals, but this time, he may have outdone himself… in the worst possible way.
He and his friends—Lisa, Mike, and Danny—were headed for a weekend getaway in the middle of nowhere.
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The Airbnb listing had glowing reviews:
- 🌟 “Amazing historic home! So much character!”
- 🌟 “A must-stay if you love unique experiences!”
- 🌟 “Definitely not haunted. 10/10.”
Jake should have been suspicious of that last one.
Welcome to Nightmare Manor
The house was… ominous. It loomed at the top of a hill, surrounded by gnarled trees that definitely whispered secrets when the wind blew. The door creaked open on its own when they arrived.
Danny nudged Jake. “Bro, that was creepy. Maybe we should leave.”
Lisa scoffed. “Oh, please. It’s an old house. Doors creak.”
Mike, the brave idiot of the group, grinned. “Or maybe it’s welcoming us.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “It was $40 a night. What do you expect? A butler?”
Lisa turned on the lights. They flickered violently like the house was having a seizure, then settled into a dim, unsettling glow.
"See?" Jake said, tossing his bag onto a dusty couch. "Perfectly normal."
Then the whispering started.
Unwanted Roommates
At first, it was subtle—just a faint hiss in the background, like wind through cracks in the wall. Then…
"Get. Out."
Lisa’s face paled. “Okay. That was definitely NOT the wind.”
Danny laughed nervously. “M-maybe it’s a prank? Like a built-in speaker system?”
Jake opened the Airbnb listing. “It doesn’t say anything about speakers, but—oh. Huh.”
Lisa grabbed his phone. “What?”
The listing had updated since he booked it. Now, it read:
- 🌟 “Historic home with a bit of a ghost problem!”
- 🌟 “No refunds after check-in.”
- 🌟 “If the walls start bleeding, just ignore it!”
Danny started hyperventilating. “I knew we should’ve booked the Marriott!”
Then Mike, in his infinite wisdom, said, “Let’s split up and check the place out.”
Bad Decisions & Worse Outcomes
Mike went upstairs. Lisa checked the kitchen. Danny refused to leave the couch.
Jake wandered into the basement.
It was a terrible decision, but, in his defense, it was $40 a night. He had to see what made it so cheap.
He clicked on his phone flashlight. The basement was damp, full of old furniture draped in sheets. Except one of the sheets moved.
Jake froze.
The sheet slid back.
There was a figure underneath.
It grinned.
Jake screamed like a dying goat and bolted upstairs, where he crashed directly into Lisa.
"What's wrong with you?" she hissed.
"THERE’S SOMETHING DOWN THERE!"
Lisa blinked. "Okay. But counterpoint: I just saw the fridge door open by itself and a carton of milk fly at my face. And Danny is in the living room whispering, 'This is fine' to himself over and over."
Jake turned. Danny was in the corner, rocking back and forth.
Mike came running downstairs. "Uh, guys? The mirror in the bedroom just asked me if I wanted to stay forever. I said no, and now it's mad."
As if on cue, the bedroom door upstairs SLAMMED SHUT.
A deep, guttural voice echoed through the house.
"Nobody leaves."
Danny shot to his feet. "OKAY, TIME TO GO."
The Dumbest Escape Plan Ever
They ran for the front door. Locked.
Lisa grabbed a chair and threw it at the window. The chair bounced off like the window was made of steel.
Jake tried calling the Airbnb host. No answer.
Danny, in sheer panic, opened the Airbnb app and left a one-star review.
"Would NOT recommend. House is HAUNTED. Tried to kill us. No refunds???"
Then, almost comically, the front door unlocked by itself.
Mike blinked. "Did… did leaving a bad review work?"
Nobody questioned it. They RAN.
Epilogue: Airbnb Customer Service is the Real Villain
The next day, Jake got an email:
"Dear Valued Guest, we're sorry you had an unsatisfactory experience. However, per our policy, hauntings are considered part of the 'unique charm' of historic homes. As such, we are unable to offer a refund at this time."
Attached was a discount code for 10% off his next booking.
Jake deleted the app.
Some horrors are just too much to bear.
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