I wouldn't recommend staying at this AirBNB

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"Wait, what was that?" My friends and I were following our hosts daughter into the one hundred year old cabin on their property. Our hosts were adamant that we not go into the cabin, but when their daughter asked if we wanted to check it out we weren't going to say no. I mean, we should have, but we were all too curious to pay heed to the hosts wishes. "Oh it was nothing, keep moving! keep moving!" this came from the girl currently leading us through the small cabin. My friend went ahead of me, following the girl towards the back of the cabin. It was dark, only the lantern the girl carried illuminating the way. I stayed back for a moment to get my bearings, but quickly followed behind my friends when I thought I heard a voice beside me. Who is this pretty thing? "Did you hear that?" My friends looked back at me as I spoke, but shook their head in the negative, they had not heard the same thing I had. "Come on, Come on!!" The voice was coming from the only other room in the cabin. We stumbled towards the light and crammed into the already small space. "Do you want to hear the story of this cabin?" We all eagerly nodded our head, chills running down our spine from the hushed whisper of the girls voice. Don't Listen To Her! This time the voice I heard was hurried, almost panicked. I looked around the room but saw no one else. I looked at my friends and none of them seemed to hear the voice. ".... He had just married the cobbler's daughter and built this cabin for her. Shortly after they moved in, she fell ill. The doctor was sent for, but he arrived too late. The lady died of unknown causes. One minute she was well, the next she was gone. It devastated the man, and he refused his beloved a proper burial. He spent weeks couped up in this cabin with his wife's body decaying on their bare mattress. A month later he was dead." Chills ran through me at the girls words. I was equal parts sad for the couple, and scared. None of us spoke for a few moments, each of us digesting the story. "Were you related to them?" This came from my friend's boyfriend who was standing to my right. Leave! This time the voice was so forceful that even my friends reacted, though moments later I realized they still had not heard the words. "What was that?" We looked towards the girl but she was no longer standing there. A moment later the door of the cabin opened, letting in the light of day. It blinded us for a few moments, tears forming in our eyes as we blinked. "What are you all doing in here? I told you not to come in here!" Our hosts looked more relieved than angry as they ushered us back towards their house. "Your daughter led us out here. We're sorry, the curiosity just got the best of us." The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees when our host said "We don't have a daughter." --- Then I woke up .... but not before looking around the cabin and realizing that while at night it was empty and barren, during the day it was fitted with semi-modern amenities.