I don’t even know where to start… neighborhood is massive in LA. The door looked like it had survived a zombie apocalypse—barely hanging on, with a flimsy little latch that seemed more like a suggestion than an actual security guard. The walls were so thin I could hear my neighbor’s thoughts, and at one point, I swear someone punched the wall right next to my head.
Around midnight, someone started knocking—not a polite knock, either. The kind of knock that makes you start texting your location to your loved ones. The balcony outside sounded like a scene from The Purge, and I was on the second floor with one sketchy exit and no fire escape in sight.
The ants and other bugs in my room turned out to be my favorite neighbors. Bonus points for the lights flickering like I summoned something every time I walked past the bathroom.
To their credit, the bed existed. That’s about it.
If you enjoy adrenaline-fueled insomnia and wondering if you’ll make it to morning, this place is a 10/10 experience. Otherwise? Run.