I work security for an Airbnb, and I have some really weird stories to tell

For work constraints and privacy reasons I can't say which city, but it's a big city in the southern US. I've been working this job for about 6 months now. <br><br>Old school dude who likes my job and the people I work with, but I also really like the variety of this job and the fact that I get to meet a lot of new people. I have been an Uber driver for many years before, but this job is even better. I get to see the house/dwelling that I am providing security for before the guests arrive, so if there's some kind of strange or dangerous issue, I can address it and make sure my guests are safe. I also get to interact with the person who is hosting the place too, which I love because I'm a very social person and love to make friends. <br><br>The only drawback for me is that I am terribly afraid of every single creature that goes bump in the night. Like a lot of people, I was raised on horror movies and campfire stories, and because of this, I am terrified of ghosts, vampires, werewolves, zombies, and pretty much anything else you can think of. So when I got this interview for an Airbnb security job, I was a bit apprehensive. <br><br>But so far, nothing has scared me... at all. That being said, I have some stories to tell from my time as an Airbnb security attendant, and I am hoping you guys will be able to tell me how tight my spook-meter is. I'm not saying that all these stories happened yesterday, or even recently, but I'll tag which ones are current or new. <br><br>**Story 1**<br><br>The first story happened on my first day. I was given a walk through of a house that some college dudes booked for a baseball weekend. This house was pretty standard, nothing crazy, but it did have a little loft with a very large window that overlooked the backyard, which was pretty much all trees. <br><br>So I finish my walk through of the house, and am introduced to the guy who owns the place. He seems like a dude... makes a little small talk with me, and then asks what my favorite monster is. I laugh and say it's not spooky enough for me to have one favorite; I like too many. He chuckles and says "that's fair, but you should know that this place used to be the site of a murder. It was a kid that was maybe around 12 years old. He was the youngest of four, and he was the only child of the four that his parents kept in the loft. He wasn't usually up there, but one night he decided to sneak up there to look at his phone in the middle of the night, and he fell out the window and died." <br><br>It turns out that the owner is a paranormal fan and uses his places as locations for ghost pictures and stuff, so he likes to share past events that have occurred on his properties to help boost the paranormal stats. It's a very weird job, but it's the only job I've ever had that has paid me to be able to tell other people that I work for Netflix, so... <br><br>**Story 2**<br><br>So this story happened about a week ago, and it's the first real time that I've had to do anything as a security attendant. I was assigned to this little condo in the downtown area. It's a pretty rough neighborhood, so I'm a bit concerned to begin with. When I arrive at the place I meet the owner, and he tells me all the liquor stores, corner markets, and gas stations that I are to avoid both on the way to and from night time shifts. <br><br>I start my walk through of the property and pretty much the second I go inside I get this really bad vibe. It smells like cigarette smoke, and I don't smoke so it's pretty noticeable. The owner must be a smoker or a non smoker who really likes to clean-bomb the place with cigarettes scent. I look over the property, and there's nothing out of place, so I call the owners attention to the cigarette smell, thinking that he's smoking in his own place and he shouldn't be. <br><br>He's not bothered by the smell, and says, "oh yeah, the former owners were heavy smokers. My wife can't stand it, but I'm used to it." I ask if they were able to deep clean the place before he and his wife moved in, and he said, "yeah, they did a great job. You can't even tell that the new furniture and bedding and stuff has sat on any smoke." That's the first red flag for me. My mom was a nurse, and she always said that if a place reeked of smoke that it was impossible to deep clean it, so it's something I'm going to have to bring up to my client. But for now I'm going to table it. <br><br>I finish walking through the property, but the feeling doesn't go away. It doesn't feel bad, but it feels... like I'm being watched. I get all tickly on my back and neck, and start to cross my arms over my chest like a kid doing a drug test. <br><br>I finish up my walk through, and as I'm leaving I ask if he's had any problems with anything strange happening in the property, and he said, "oh yeah, my wife gets scared when the lights flicker in the middle of the day sometimes. I'm looking to sell because she can't stand it." This alarms me, because if the owner knows that his place is haunted he should be glad that his wife is willing to stick it out instead of running. This means that there is something in the house really messing with her, and I need to know what it is before my guests get here. <br><br>We part ways, and my first guests arrive. They're two young girls in their mid-twenties that are in town for an art festival. They seem nice, a bit awkward, but friendly and excited for their trip, and they don't seem to notice anything strange when they enter the property. I give them the tourist speech about the neighborhood, the property, the appliances, the WiFi code and such, and then I head on my way. <br><br>I check in on the property during the late night/early morning hours, and both nights I show up the inside doors are wide open. I close them, because I know that guests don't usually do that unless there is something walking around in there. I check the doors/exits/ windows to make sure they are all secure, and they are. The second night I was going to ask my clients again if they were opening the doors and walking around the place, but I didn't even get the chance. <br><br>That night, I get a call from the owner around four in the morning. He's asking about the property, and I tell him that everything is secure, but the inside doors are open both nights I've been by and I had to close them. He's silent for a moment, and then he's charging at me like I did something wrong, accusing me of lying and asking why the fuck I'm letting the doors open up. I explain that I get in the property and the doors are always wide open, and I have to close them because I'm afraid there is something in there. He's telling me I'm gaslighting him and his wife, and to stop playing games with him about his own property. <br><br>At that point I'm flustered, but I'm still trying to keep it professional for my clients. I'm trying to explain to him that I'm not opening the doors, and that the first time I closed them the first night, but they opened right back up the second I left. He's not having any of it, still calling me a liar, and then he hangs up the phone. <br><br>After that I'm really creeped out, and I want to know why he's so angry. So I start Googling his name, and it doesn't return anything. I do the same for his wife, and it doesn't return anything. I Google the house address and the street address, and neither of them return anything other than real estate or Facebook pages of neighbors. I'm completely confused, and I don't know what story I'm supposed to believe. <br><br>So I decide to call the owner up and see if I can get a clearer story, but he's ignoring my calls. I try texting, no response. So now I'm pissed, and I want to know why he won't talk to me. So I go on his Facebook, and I see that he has his contact info posted. So, I give him a message on Facebook, still getting no response. <br><br>I'm so annoyed at this point, and I don't know what to do. So I decide to go on Zillow/Realtor/Craigslist, etc, and try to find the seller for the property. I end up finding the guy on Facebook, and decide to send him a message because I'm so confused about what to do. I explain to him what's going on with his property and his wife, and tell him that I'm worried something is going on with them because they're not responding to me. He messages back almost immediately, and he tells me that he and his wife moved out two months ago because his wife was getting sick due to the house. He says they lost their lease, and they had to find somewhere else to stay immediately. I ask him if he knows what's going on in the house,