My husband and I rented an Airbnb room in the wood for the weekend. It happened recently.
The owner, a lady in her mid sixties greeted us wearing a mask (so old it was crusted and blotchy with brownish snot stains hung loosely around her chin exposing her large crooked nose obscenely for all the world to see because she has COPD and couldn’t breathe from years of smoking.) Her bent back and weatherly skin made creaking noises like parchment papers every time she talked or made a move. I kept looking for the trail of breadcrumbs that led us there. But I guess the ravens (there were so many of them circling the sky and raining shit on us) ate that too. Just as well, because unbeknownst to us, freedom quickly became a distant memory.
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That was my foot for scale.
The place was smaller than my closet. We met two rescued dogs, seven broken wings ravens, one of them who thinks the landlady is his mother.
Scattering around us was a bunch of trailer park residents who got stuck in the 50s
Black and white TVs and art deco furnitures.
I learned quickly animals do smell very strong when you are in their territory.
My husband absorbed the smell quite eagerly. So he needed to stay six inches apart from me (the farthest other corner of that room)
After an hour I couldn’t picture myself sleeping in here. The smell was really strong. So either I am too domesticated or that place was too much of nature for me.
Then the hostess came around once more time, appeared out of nowhere and poked her head through the window (which never closed by the way, and neither is the only door) I started to believe the raven queen is a part of cannibal cult. It was the way she licked her lips when she met us. She has two hugely overweighed sons with her. They live an RV across from us and I saw them carrying large knifes in and out of the house.
So I shared my conspiracy theory to my husband and got him all freaked out.
The whole time we were surrounded by strays dogs that she randomly picked from wandering the desert.
So we turned the car around and got ourself ready, an hour after checking in.
Then the dogs were sad that we are leaving. 😔
My husband asked me if I wanted to have a drink and I told him no. I didn’t want to be inebriated and couldn’t run from the potential mass murderers.
So we left.
The next day, woke up in my own bed. It started raining outside. Imagine staying there in that tiny RV and waking up with the rain, cold, and wet dogs?
Thanks god we escaped