The place didn't seem to have been cleaned. There was stinky garbage in the bin under the sink and opened, used food in the fridge, which needed a wipe desperately. The freezer had bits of frozen food in it. The towels were well-used, faded, and shoved into a cubby in the bathroom. There were no hand towels. My college room was better equipped. The little candies on the counter were so stale they were inedible; it would have been better to have nothing there.
In the living room there was plywood over what appeared to be a doorway; it was covered by a curtain. From the other side of this "door" was a person having a phone conversation. We could hear his side of the conversation as if he were sitting on the couch with us.
After a long day of driving and hoping to be done, we ended up cancelling our reservation, finding a hotel, and moving.