At midnight, I spotted the tiny lens. A hidden camera. Right in our Airbnb bedroom.
My husband yanked a towel over it, and we tried to sleep, unsettled.
At 2 a.m., the door burst open. The owner himself stormed in, shouting:
“Idiots! That’s for the outside! Why did you cover it?”
It turned out the camera pointed toward the street, not the bed. He was paranoid after car thefts in the area. Still… breaking into our room in the middle of the night? Unforgivable.
We left at dawn, hearts racing. Later, we discovered other reviews mentioning the same man’s obsession with surveillance.
Yes, maybe he was scared of thieves. But for us? The real theft was of our privacy.
