We sped off into the night, leaving behind what had once felt like a safe haven.On the way, anger replaced fear. I pulled out my phone and wrote a furious review, exposing the host for hiding cameras. My wife leaned against the car window, silent, trying to process what had just happened.Minutes later, a notification buzzed.

A reply from the host.You fool,” it read. “That camera wasn’t even mine. It was his.”Confused, I stared at the screen. I didn’t know what “his” meant. Was there someone else watching? Someone beyond the host?We never went back to find out. We filed a report, changed our passwords, and triple-checked every hotel room after that night.