I stood still for a moment awestruck. The pictures didn't do it justice.

It was a large but quaint home located on a secluded island near Cape Cod,

a small piece of land devoid of life, only the cottage and a lighthouse visible

across the water.

verified as an Airbnb plus rental. One week's rent came to a little over $3,000.

The price was steep, but completely worth it.

This would be the best place to clear my head and finish writing my novel.

I happily trotted across the stone walkway to the front door and grabbed the knob,

ready to map out the rest of my book.

It would be my second release. My publisher had been breathing down my neck for months,

constantly asking for update. Now, I had the perfect environment to complete it.

Upon opening the door, I was caught off guard.

Hello? I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a man inside, late 50s, average build, grey mustache.

It took me a moment to match the face to the one of the super host profile.

It was Garrett, the owner of the property.

Sorry, Garrett, you startled me. I didn't expect anyone to be here.

He smiled.

I greet all of my guests. You people are my livelihood after all.

Please come in. We have some important matters to discuss.

I joined him in the living room. We sat in our chairs and opposite sides of the long coffee table.

Garrett simply continued to smile.

So what did you want to discuss? I asked.

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