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The listing said “quiet forest retreat.” That should’ve been my first warning. The photos showed a small wooden cabin tucked deep between tall, thin trees. Warm lighting. A fire pit. Floor-to-ceiling windows facing nothing but darkness and leaves. It looked perfect—isolated, peaceful, exactly what…

The listing said “quiet forest retreat.” That should’ve been my first warning. The photos showed a small wooden cabin tucked deep between tall, thin trees. Warm lighting. A fire pit. Floor-to-ceiling windows facing nothing but darkness and leaves. It looked perfect—isolated, peaceful, exactly what I needed to get away from everything. The host never messaged back after confirming the booking. When I arrived, the forest swallowed the road behind me. One turn, then another, and suddenly there w