When we first arrived, we were greeted with a puddle of rain water around the front door that had ran up behind the sofa. The two inner bathrooms smelled sour. The majority of the vanity lights were out. We did wash the bath mats thinking that might be the issue (it wasn’t) and discovered the floors and showers were covered in hair.
The dust mop was still out, lying on the floor, and the supply closet was opened. The smoke detector in that room was dangling from the ceiling, and the battery was sitting on the bookcase underneath it. There are shoeprints on the ceiling.
There are a lot of lamps, but unplugged and nowhere near an outlet. The lamp in the master room was daisy chained with the electric heater.
We tried to open all the windows, hoping to air out the house. All but the two in the front door living room opened. Those windows wouldn’t budge. None of the windows had screens, and most of the sills had dead flies. There is no air conditioner, so you’re obligated to open windows, but there are a good number of fans.
At this point, the house wasn’t feeling very clean. I did email the contact about the odors, and was informed that the house had indeed been cleaned. I wasn’t asking that; I was letting the contact know there might be a problem.
We ran the garbage disposal, and that did improve the odor upstairs. Unfortunately, the smell in the two inner bathrooms only increased throughout our two days. We closed the doors and rarely went in. It was gag-inducing.