Arrived at the house at 4 pm. She let us know “per my arrangements” the place wasn’t ready til 7. I never made arrangements for that. Upon returning, she chats for almost an hour.
There is a caretaker house about 60 feet from the master bedroom windows, none of which have curtains. Not a single curtain in the house.
The caretaker will be letting herself in to water the plants and take care of the cats, which reside all over the deck of the house. Don’t let them inside though, house rules. They were dirty and rubbed against our legs every time we walked in the house. One did get in, we had to catch him and remove him.
The house is so full of things. There’s isn’t an inch of space anywhere. Cluttered with collections and plants, magazines, decorations. Owner occupied doesn’t even begin to describe it. There were no cabinets or drawers cleared for our things. Her bath products still on the edge of the tubs—7 people for 5 days, in a house with no space already, living in suitcases on the floor.
The decorations in the house are extremely eccentric. Voodoo, Gypsy like artifacts, crystals in the windows, bones littered though the yard. Weird dolls and pictures on the walls. So off-putting that 2 adults and 3 kids in our party slept locked in the same room.
This owner was pushy and would not let us be. She stayed way too long at arrival. Continued to call and message. If her text wasn’t answered promptly, she called. Then text other members in our party. (She told us she was leaving out of town, yet she never seemed to leave. Day 2 she called and forgot something in the house. Wanted to come back and let herself in to get coffee. That wasn’t enough. She wanted to know when we would be there, so she could come talk to us more. She didn’t see enough of our things and demanded to know where we were and what we were doing.
We had spent the morning looking for paper towels and discussing no storage in the house. While back, she decided to get us paper towels, as well as go into the master bedroom and clean out one of her cabinets. She said the coffee was in the basement. Not sure if the caretaker heard us through the windows or they have cameras, but that was enough. No privacy, the house was horrid, and she would not stop harassing us with her “helpful tips” Like the start of a horror film just before you never see the family again. We left less than 24 hours after arrival. None of us felt safe or comfortable.