I used to be a jobbing actress so stayed in 'digs' while away on tours. Stayed in some very weird places.
The one that made me feel most uncomfortable was staying with an older gentleman in a perfectly normal terraced house. There was another actor also stopping there who I never saw and soon found out why.
The house was heaving with very old, dark pieces of furniture and chintz. You had to move several porcelain dolls and overstuffed cushions to just sit down. It was so oppressive....like stepping into somewhere an old lady just died in. I could live with that though...
I could even live with the explicit gay porn pictures subtly displayed between Victorian prints and horse brasses on the walls (although the gay porn fridge magnets nearly finished me off as I had gone to get some sausages out of the fridge. Seeing a picture of an enormous erection put me right off)
What really gave me the heebie jeebies was that this bloke would just appear whenever I ventured out of my room...he would then follow me round to 'clear' up after me. Going so far as to clear away a mug I had taken one sip out of. It was suffocating. He would loom behind me waiting to whisk away any used cutlery, even when I was trying to cook. So I'd put down a spoon used to stir pasta with for example. Then spend 5 mins trying to find it again only for Strange Gentleman to appear from nowhere with now cleaned spoon....stir pasta, repeat.
I also discovered he had been into my room and had remade my bed, folded my pjs and even taken out, folded and put back stuff in my suitcase!!!!!
I'm sure he was just trying to be helpful and hospitable but it was all a bit much...If you are going to have paying guests in your house, you need to give them a bit of space surely. And not rummage around in their stuff. And put your erotica in a more suitable place.