When I arrived at the property, the windows to the bedroom were open to the parking lot. As a solo female traveler, this raised my concerns because the gates around the parking lot were open and anyone could have accessed the apartment through a window. When I opened the door of the apartment, I was greeted by a wave of cigarette smoke smell, and the sound of a file alarm making the loud chirping sound that indicates that the batteries are dying. I immediately noticed particles of dirt and debris on the ground. Upon entering the bedroom, I discovered cigarette ashes on the bedside table, and stains all around the fabric bed frame, including a faded blood smear. There were also stains on the desk in the bedroom and along the wall. The rest of the apartment matched the same filth as the bedroom, and I even found a piece of a fake fingernail on the floor of the bathroom. There were pieces of human hair on the couch and stains all over the wall of the living room. I found more cigarette ashes by the door to the patio, which I discovered to be unlocked. The apartment was on the first floor, and it would not be difficult for someone to climb into the patio area from the street and enter the apartment. On the patio there was a pile of garbage in a corner that appeared to be the belongings of a squatter, including a smashed up yoga mat and a plastic food wrapper. The place was unsanitary and unsafe, so I found a hotel to stay at. The property owner was very rude to communicate with.
