We arrived at the property at 4pm which was check in time. We were greeted by a man that was cutting tile in the backyard. He yelled up to the owner, who was in the bathroom, to let him know we were there. The man moved the car in the driveway and told us they would be working for two more hours. We were able to pull our cars in the driveway and put our things on the first floor while they were working upstairs. The doors to the master bedroom/bathroom that they were tiling upstairs were closed. The owner didn’t talk to us to explain what was going on. They were using a ladder from the outside to access the second floor and told us we had the entire first floor for our use.
We headed to a local restaurant to wait for the house to be ready at 6:00pm. We returned from dinner to find them still at the house. When we entered the house, two of us went upstairs to knock on the master bedroom door to find out when they would be done. The owner said they were finishing up and that it would be soon. We asked if we would be able to use the bathroom and the owner said yes because he was using quick dry grout. Ha! It was very strange and unsettling to be in the house with the two men, so we went outside and sat around the firepit in the front of the house.
At 8pm, the men were still there. Two of us went upstairs to see what was going on. When we opened the door, the owner yelled “Don’t come in…I’m not decent” and peaked his head around the door. He had no shirt on and was standing behind the door and we could not tell if he had clothes on below that. He assured us again that he would be done shortly. Finally at sunset, 9pm, we reached our limit. Two of us knocked on the door and told the owner that we needed them to leave. At this point, we told him we understood we would not be able to use the master bedroom/bathroom, we just wanted them to go. His response again was “I’m just finishing up”. We asked him again to please leave and he said, “No, I want you all to leave. Pack your bags and leave. I’ve been working hard to get this ready for you and I don’t want you here anymore”.
While we packed up a weekend’s worth of food and personal items, the second man sat next to the fire and sang to himself. We all drove down to the restaurant down the street to regroup and figure out where the hell we were going to stay that night.
This was a scary situation for four women and this owner should not be trusted.