AirBNB Nightmare

[Paranormal Experiences Forum]

Thread: I rented an Airbnb and something there didn't want me to leave

🔹 ShadowTraveler I don't usually post on forums, but I need to share what happened to me a couple months ago. Maybe someone can give me a logical explanation, though honestly? I'm not sure I want one. This happened two months ago. I desperately needed a break, so I booked a few days away. My girlfriend couldn't come due to work, so I went alone - figured it'd be good to clear my head and get some peace and quiet. I searched Airbnb for somewhere remote but comfortable. Found this cabin on the outskirts of a small town. Photos showed a cozy place: rustic decor, huge windows facing the woods, fireplace, porch with a rocking chair. Perfect. Only one review gave me pause. Most were glowing, but one said: "Beautiful place, but something felt off... like the house didn't want me to leave. Can't explain it. Still had a good stay." I brushed it off. Figured it was just a turn of phrase. Booked three nights and drove out the next day. The cabin was forty minutes from the nearest town, down a tree-lined road. The host - a graying man in his fifties with unsettlingly calm eyes - was waiting when I arrived. He gave me a quick tour, showed me the firewood, hot water, spotty WiFi... Then casually mentioned that if I woke up at night feeling something was wrong, I should just ignore it. Weird thing to say, but whatever. First few hours were perfect. Drank whiskey on the porch watching sunset, lit the fireplace, read under a blanket. Exactly what I needed. Then I went to brush my teeth. When I looked up, the mirror showed... not a shadow, but a distortion. Like heat waves on asphalt. Blinked and it was gone. "Just tired," I told myself. Fell asleep in minutes. I woke to absolute silence. Not regular quiet - the heavy kind where you realize how much background noise normally exists. No wind, no creaks, nothing. That's when I felt it. Pressure in the air, like something invisible stood beside my bed. Couldn't see it, couldn't hear it, but knew it was there. The bedroom door was open. I'd definitely closed it. Got up, walked to the kitchen for water. Turned on the light and froze - the porch rocking chair was moving. No wind. No one outside. Then I heard it. A whisper: "Stay..." I ran back, locked the bedroom door, didn't sleep the rest of the night. At dawn, I found the cabin's front door wide open. I meant to leave, but... something wouldn't let me. Woke up feeling more exhausted than before. Phone was dead despite charging it. Went to the front door - knob wouldn't turn. Like something was holding it shut. Checked windows. My reflection looked blurred, and behind me... a tall shadow with arms too long, head tilted wrong. Spun around - nothing there. Started packing immediately. Tripped on a rug in the living room - it covered a trapdoor with an old latch. Shouldn't have opened it. Every instinct screamed not to. But I did. The basement wasn't normal. Stone floor covered in dark stains. Walls carved with symbols. An altar with melted candles. And a leather-bound journal: "Sacrifice isn't just blood. It's will." "If the victim stays willingly, their soul remains forever." "The house must feed. It calls them. It keeps them." The air thickened. Temperature dropped. That guttural whisper came from behind me: "Staaaay..." Turned to see shadows stretching across walls toward me. The altar shook. Candles lit themselves. Ran upstairs - the house had changed. Hallway stretched longer. Front door wasn't where it should be. Then I saw him. The host. Smiling with eyes that weren't eyes - just black voids. "You heard her," he said calmly. "The house wants you to stay." Somehow made it to my car. In the rearview mirror, I saw him on the porch. Smiling. The house waiting. — Weeks later, I try to tell myself it was a hallucination. But here's the worst part: Every day, the urge to return grows stronger. I know if I go back, I'll never leave. But the house is calling. And resisting gets harder each day.

[Paranormal Experiences Forum]

Thread: I rented an Airbnb and something there didn't want me to leave

ShadowTraveler vanished from the thread. Never posted again. The thread was eventually archived due to inactivity. Strangely, several users who participated in this discussion later reported... something calling to them. Dreaming of a cabin. Feeling an irresistible pull to find it, growing stronger each day.