I ended up spending the night in the worst Airbnb ever.

Picture this: You're on vacation, excited to crash at your Airbnb after a long day of sightseeing. You open the door, and BAM! Welcome to the set of a horror movie. The walls are whispering, the toilet's having an existential crisis, and I'm pretty sure that stain on the carpet just winked at me. But hey, at least the Wi-Fi works... sometimes. Between dodging falling ceiling tiles and playing hide-and-seek with roaches, I couldn't help but wonder: Is this place haunted, or am I just hallucinating from the mysterious fumes coming from the kitchen? Buckle up, folks, as I take you on a wild ride through the worst night of my life, where survival was the name of the game and sleep was just a distant dream.