This was very far from what I expected. To be fair I was late in arriving, though I'd communicated that I would be after how bad traffic from the airport was. When I showed up the first thing that happened were two dogs started to bark frantically - I realized they'd been put out in the yard, but they barked for quite a long time. The house itself was full of stained carpet, torn up furniture, clumps of pet hair, and was generally pretty dirty. But I was tired and decided to try to make it work. Then came the weird stuff. Around 10 two young men showed up and had a loud conversation in the kitchen, right next to the room I'd been given. I didn't know who they were, the person I'd been communicating with was a woman, and hadn't mentioned other guests or occupants. So I texted her (she never did show up), and she said it was probably her son and another guest and I could ask them to be quieter. So I did, feeling very awkward about it, but they continued until after 11 anyway. I managed to fall asleep, despite the bed being covered in weird fleece sheets and being incredibly saggy, only to be woken at 1 by a woman screaming. It took me a few moments to realize it was probably sex and not an emergency, and then I noticed the loud TV also coming from the room above me. I had no idea if this was the host, or yet more guests, so I texted and waited about 30 minutes, all the while listening to loud TV and extremely loud sex, banging against the wall and all. I finally decided to just leave and find a hotel. It was like being in a hostel with no rules, no locks on the doors, and no manager. Christie texted me the next day saying she'd spoken to her other guests and I could come back, but given all that I decided I was better off staying in a real hotel. Not quiet, not peaceful, not clean, and maybe not even all that safe. I didn't want to stick around and find out.