A Kind Encounter with Spirits

I booked the cheapest Airbnb in town for three hundred dollars a night. The photos looked

perfect. When I arrived, the host left me a note saying she'd be back in the morning.

That first night, I heard footsteps above me. Constant pacing back and forth.

I texted the host asking if someone else was staying upstairs. She replied instantly.

There is no upstairs. I looked at the photos again. She was right. The house was a

single story. I grabbed my phone flashlight and checked outside. The roofline was

flat. No second floor existed. The footsteps grew louder,

more aggressive. Then I heard crying. Soft, desperate crying. Something inside