I interpret this hütte as being, not a safe room, but a cottage in the Black Forest where people lived who did not make it to the safe room, but were cremated at an extermination camp (that perfume of flesh in the fireplace). Their ghosts remain. N is hiking and this is an overnight accommodation.
I think it is an excellent poem, but my reading is likely colored. A friend and I on a wilderness hike spent the seventh night at a hut where the atmosphere was much as described in the poem.
I too thought immediately of Wuthering Heights at the end, it didn't bother me. I didn't see this poem when it was on TDE. No nits.
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