I discovered a hidden camera in our Airbnb bedroom. It was midnight. My husband quickly covered it with a towel, and we went to sleep.
At 2 a.m., the door burst open. The Airbnb owner stormed in, furious, screaming, “You idiots, this is a camera to see the outside! Why have you covered it?”
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It turned out the camera was aimed at the street, not the bedroom. The owner, paranoid from a string of thefts in the neighborhood—including the theft of his car—had installed it to watch for trouble. He admitted to monitoring the footage obsessively.
We left first thing in the morning, feeling shaken and uncomfortable. Despite his explanation, breaking into our room in the middle of the night crossed every boundary. We left an honest review, warning future guests about the intrusion.
Later, as we read through other reviews, we realized this wasn’t an isolated incident. Other guests had experienced his outbursts and obsession with security. While we could understand his paranoia, it didn’t excuse the violation of our privacy or the bizarre behavior. It was an experience we wouldn’t forget, and one we wouldn’t want anyone else to endure.