A Blinking Light, a Hidden Lens, and a Host’s Reply That Still Haunts Me
It was supposed to be our perfect escape—a little white house with a wraparound porch, linen sheets, and a sea of glowing five-star reviews. The kind of place that sells you on safety with staged photos and curated charm. But the places that promise the most comfort can also be the ones that hunt you. …
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