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I was dead asleep on the couch at my Airbnb when a scream and something hard hitting me across my shoulder woke me up. "Who are you?" I scrambled back as a woman stood over me, poker raised, ready to swing again. "I held my hands up. I'm your Airbnb guest," her jaw tightened. "This isn't an Airbnb. How did you get in here?" I sat up slowly, my shoulder already throbbing. I used the key under the mat just like the app said. Her husband appeared behind her, arms crossed. "That's a hell of a story. I shot through my veins as I realized that this really wasn't my Airbnb, and now I had to convince two angry strangers. This was an honest mistake before things got worse. I jumped up and grabbed my phone to show them the booking, but the screen stayed black. Dead. The woman raised the fire poker again. Sit back down before I really hurt you. I dropped back onto the couch, hands up, my shoulder screaming. "Can I charge my phone? I can prove this was a mistake." The husband pointed at an outlet. "Fine, but one wrong move, and you're dead. I plugged my phone in with shaking hands and waited. My body tensing up every time either of them moved. The second it powered on, I pulled up the message from my Airbnb host and held my phone out. See? You're address. Right here. The woman barely glanced at it. That's fake. You made that yourself. Her husband stepped closer. Fists clenched. You're some junkie who thought you could rob us, aren't you? My chest tightened. Wait, let's call the Airbnb host, please. They'll tell you it was a mistake. The husband snatched my phone out of my hand. You better hope they answer. He called the host on speaker. It rang and rang, and just when I thought no one was going to answer, I heard a groggy voice. Hello? The husband explained fast, and there was a long pause before the host spoke again. Oh my god. I think I sent the wrong address by mistake. I'm coming right now. 15 minutes later, the host showed up in pajamas. This is my fault. I'm so sorry. The woman finally lowered the poker. Just get him out of our house before we call the cops. The host walked me outside, still apologizing. I'm refunding everything. Plus $200. Please don't leave a bad review.