AirBNB seems like a brilliant idea–you rent out your spare bedroom for a little extra cash. The catch is, no matter how much research you may do or how cautious you may be, you’re still inviting a stranger into your home. These AskReddit users shared some stories that might just make you rethink getting into bed with this business.

Photo Credit: Forbes

Photo Credit: Forbes

1. That’s Not How That Works…

“Everything was great until the last night. She called and said the house was very warm and she didn’t think she would be able to sleep that way. So I said just turn the AC on. I didn’t hear anything back from her until the next morning. She said she could barely get through the night and it was so hot because the AC was broken. So I get home and notice that the AC unit was on and blowing cool air but she had moved the unit close to the bed and detached the exhaust hose so all the warm air was blowing out the back and into the room.”

2. Video Evidence

“I’m not a host, but I will never be an Airbnb guest ever again because I was almost conned into paying for thousands of dollars in repairs and renovations that I had nothing to do with.

I stayed in a rented house in a popular tourist spot. Pretty average house. Nice common area, nice kitchen, bedrooms were a bit small with stiff beds, but overall not a bad rental for the week I was there. We cooked a lot, watched some movies on the nice TV that was there, knocked around town a bit, then left. I was happy with my first airbnb stay.

Then I get a call from the owner, screaming and raving that I trashed his place. He told me I had ripped up the carpet, there were gouges in all the walls, I had poured alcohol all over, that I had ruined the bed, the list went on and on. I asked him to text me pictures of the damage, because it sounded to me like maybe he had another property he rented out the same week and there’d been a mixup. Nope, it was the house we stayed at, and it was fucking obliterated.

I tell him it couldn’t have been us, we just left and it was in great shape. He says he’s 100% sure it was us and he’s going to have airbnb make us pay for all of it. He hangs up on me.

Now, what he didn’t know, is that I was recording video almost the whole time I was on vacation, so that I could cut together a video version to show to a friend who was stuck in the hospital. I did a lot of talking-into-the-camera bits while I did stuff, just walking and aiming the camera at my face and what I was doing. I did these for the arrival and the departure. This particular house had a key dropbox on the front near the mailbox where after the house was locked up, you dropped the keys in and left. I had videoed myself talking about how nice the stay hand been as I locked all the doors, walked to the front, dropped the keys in, and got into my car. I had video proof that I’d left the place spotless.

I slapped that shit on youtube as an unlisted video, and called up airbnb, shared the link with them, and never heard anything more about it.”

3. Asshole Jock

“I Airbnb’d out my $3k/month high-rise to some basketball player. Nothing special but on a college level he was avg/normal. Anyhow, upon him leaving, he left behind: 10 5ths of Jack, maybe 10gs of just MARIJUANA stems, cum stains all over my California King and another separate king size bed, jizz on the carpet, bathroom liner ripped off, pizza face-down on the carpet, and to top it off, he threw my 2 chairs on the balcony into the pool below. Airbnb charged his card for everything he had and reimbursed me for the whole ordeal. I stopped offering my spot on there after that.”

4. Looks Can Be Deceiving

“Well, the thing is, they appeared nice– charming, in fact. I waited for them so that I could give them the key to the cabin, and we chatted for a while about what to do, places to see, etc.

The next day, though, I came by at noon to see if they needed anything as the closest grocery store was 45 minutes away and my husband and I were going. The woman to whom I had spoken was with a different guy and the one I had met previously was nowhere to be found.

Now, this is mid August in California, so it’s pretty fucking hot. After asking how everything is, she slams the door in my face without answering. So, I knock again. The new guy opened the door. Again, I asked how everything was. From inside, the woman screams, “It’s too fucking hot! Why didn’t you tell us how hot it was? Did you think we’d want to come out here if it were like this?!”

After this, I let myself inside to see if they had issues with the AC… The Air Conditioning unit had been vandalized, the toilet was plugged and smelled horrific, and the bed sheets were strewn about the cabin. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

So, I started questioning them. First, I gave them the benefit of the doubt, and asked if they had been robbed. The woman shrugged and said, “Nope. This place is so shitty, I just wanted to add to it.”

Before I could muster up an answer out of my shocked stupor, the man I met the day earlier came in smelling of booze and cigarettes. He stumbled in, cursing out the woman for kicking him out and replacing him, and went immediately to the bathroom… Where the toilet was clogged. He opened up the seat, saw what was there, and immediately started vomiting EVERYWHERE, including on my sandal wearing feet.

Not knowing what else to do, I went outside to the hose and rinsed myself off. Meanwhile, my cabin became an arena for their screaming match. After it seemed to have cooled off, I went inside and snapped pictures of everything so that I could sue them for the damages.

Yeah. What a nightmare.”