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Living in a rented apartment became a nightmare when my landlord turned my life into hell. From sneaking into my bathroom unannounced to brutally raising the rent, he did it all. After years of his torment, I finally snapped. What I did next made him regret ever crossing me.<\/p>\n
Hey everyone, Celine here! Living in a rented apartment can have its perks, but nosy landlords? Not so much. Imagine taking a relaxing bath and suddenly\u2026 your landlord knocks on your bathroom door. Weird, I know! Well, it happened to me. And it\u2019s not the only thing my landlord did to make my life a living hell\u2026<\/p>\n
\nUpset woman sitting in a room | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n
For four long years, I\u2019ve been stuck in this apartment with Mr. Wildrick as my landlord, and let me tell you, it\u2019s been pure hell. This guy\u2019s turned my home into a battleground.<\/p>\n
The day I ended up in the ER with mold poisoning? Yeah, that was because Mr. High-and-Mighty forbade me from calling professionals to deal with the black stuff growing in my bathroom.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just a little dampness,\u201d he said. Sure, tell that to my burning lungs and pounding headache.<\/p>\n
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And don\u2019t even get me started on his surprise visits. I swear, the man has a sixth sense for showing up at the worst possible moments.<\/p>\n
Taking a shower? There\u2019s Mr. Wildrick. In the middle of a work call? Mr. Wildrick decides it\u2019s time to \u201ccheck the pipes.\u201d<\/p>\n
It\u2019s like living with a creepy, unwanted roommate.<\/p>\n
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The kicker? When I moved in, this place was a dump. Peeling wallpaper, carpet that looked like it hadn\u2019t been cleaned since the \u201980s, and a kitchen straight out of a horror movie.<\/p>\n
But did Mr. Wildrick care? Nope. \u201cIt\u2019s livable,\u201d he said. Well, I made it more than livable.<\/p>\n
I poured my heart, soul, and way too much of my paycheck into turning this dump into a home. And what thanks do I get? Well, hold onto your hats, folks, because that was just the trailer. Here\u2019s the main feature for you!<\/p>\n
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\nAn empty and messy room | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n
It all kicked off during my first week in the apartment. Picture this: I\u2019m soaking in the tub after a grueling day at work, bubbles up to my chin, eyes closed, finally relaxing.<\/p>\n
Then, out of nowhere, there\u2019s a knock on the bathroom door. Not just any knock, a loud, insistent pounding that nearly made my heart burst right out of my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cCeline? Are you in there?\u201d Mr. Wildrick\u2019s gruff voice called out.<\/p>\n
I nearly jumped out of my skin. \u201cMr. Wildrick? What are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust checking for leaks. Mind if I come in?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cYes, I do mind! I\u2019m in the bath!\u201d I shouted, scrambling to grab my towel.<\/p>\n
He chuckled. \u201cIt\u2019s nothing I haven\u2019t seen before. I\u2019ll be quick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! Get out now!\u201d I yelled, my heart pounding.<\/p>\n
I heard him grumble and walk away. Later, when I confronted him about it, he just shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my property. I have the right to ensure it\u2019s in good condition,\u201d he said, his beady eyes narrowing.<\/p>\n
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I felt my face flush with anger. \u201cNot without notice, you don\u2019t. It\u2019s illegal and a violation of my privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He waved his hand dismissively. \u201cDon\u2019t be so dramatic. If you don\u2019t like it, you can always leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
But that was just the beginning. Mr. Wildrick seemed to take pleasure in making my life difficult. One winter, the heating system broke down. I called him immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Wildrick, the heater\u2019s not working. It\u2019s freezing in here!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll send someone over soon,\u201d he promised.<\/p>\n
Days passed, and no one came. I called again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Wildrick, it\u2019s been three days. I can see my breath in here!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m working on it,\u201d he snapped. \u201cThese things take time.\u201d<\/p>\n
A week later, I was huddled under layers of blankets, shivering. I called him again, my teeth chattering.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you don\u2019t fix this now, I\u2019m withholding rent,\u201d I threatened.<\/p>\n
There was a long pause. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll send someone tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, a technician finally showed up. As he worked, he shook his head. \u201cThis should\u2019ve been fixed ages ago. You\u2019re lucky the pipes didn\u2019t burst.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glared at him. \u201cTell that to my landlord.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rent increases were another nightmare. Every year, without fail, Mr. Wildrick would raise the rent well above market rate. When the latest notice came, I stormed down to his office.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is ridiculous!\u201d I slammed the paper on his desk. \u201cYou can\u2019t raise the rent this much. There haven\u2019t been any improvements to justify it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. \u201cI can, and I did. If you don\u2019t like it, you can leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my nails digging into my palms. \u201cThis is way above market rate. It\u2019s not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged. \u201cLife\u2019s not fair, sweetheart. Pay up or get out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left his office, fuming. That night, I searched online for tenant rights, determined to fight back.<\/p>\n
But Mr. Wildrick had more tricks up his sleeve. One morning, as I was getting ready for work, the water suddenly cut off mid-shower. Soap still in my hair, I grabbed my phone and called him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is the water off?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOops, must have flipped the wrong switch,\u201d he said, chuckling.<\/p>\n
\u201cTurn it back on now!\u201d I shouted, shivering in my towel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, alright. No need to get your panties in a twist,\u201d he replied, his voice dripping with amusement.<\/p>\n
The water came back on a few minutes later, but by then, I was late for work and furious.<\/p>\n
Days passed, and the threats of eviction were constant.<\/p>\n
One day, my friend Sarah came to stay for a week while she was between apartments. Mr. Wildrick showed up unannounced, as usual.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s this?\u201d he demanded, eyeing Sarah suspiciously.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is my friend Sarah. She\u2019s staying for a few days,\u201d I explained.<\/p>\n
His face turned red. \u201cThat\u2019s not allowed. It\u2019s a violation of your lease. I could evict you for this!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah looked at me, wide-eyed. I stepped between them. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing in the lease about short-term guests. You can\u2019t evict me for this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He jabbed a finger at me. \u201cWatch me. One more misstep, and you\u2019re out on the street.\u201d<\/p>\n
After he left, Sarah turned to me. \u201cHow do you live like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
I sighed. \u201cI don\u2019t have much choice right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The final straw came when I decided to move out.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d finally found a new place and was ready to leave this nightmare behind. I met Mr. Wildrick for the final walkthrough, expecting to get my $2,350 deposit back.<\/p>\n
He walked around the apartment, frowning and muttering. Finally, he turned to me. \u201cI\u2019m keeping your deposit.\u201d<\/p>\n
My jaw dropped. \u201cWhat? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gestured around vaguely. \u201cYou\u2019ve done irreversible changes to the apartment that I did not agree to. Painting, nail holes, wear and tear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the last bits of my patience evaporate. \u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous! I improved this place. It\u2019s in better condition than when I moved in!\u201d<\/p>\n
He shrugged. \u201cNot my problem! You should\u2019ve thought about that before making changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. As I sat in my car, shaking with anger, I decided it was time for some payback.<\/p>\n
That evening, I went on eBay and ordered the weirdest list of products to start my revenge.<\/p>\n
Cans of tuna, bags of glitter, sugar, super glue, flour, and a few cheap alarm clocks. When the package arrived, I got to work.<\/p>\n
First, I hid cans of tuna in the ventilation system and behind the walls, poking holes in them to ensure the smell would permeate the entire apartment.<\/p>\n
As I worked, I muttered, \u201cLet\u2019s see how you like unexpected surprises, Mr. Wildrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Next, I spread glitter everywhere\u2026 on the carpet, in the air ducts, in the bathroom drains, and between the floorboards.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood luck getting rid of this!\u201d I chuckled.<\/p>\n
I poured sugar into the radiators, imagining Mr. Wildrick\u2019s face when the heating system malfunctioned once the sugar melted.<\/p>\n
\u201cKarma\u2019s a witch, isn\u2019t it?\u201d I laughed.<\/p>\n
As I super-glued the locks on all the windows and doors, I couldn\u2019t help but feel a twinge of guilt. But then I remembered all the times he\u2019d made me feel unsafe in my own home, and my resolve strengthened.<\/p>\n
I sprinkled flour and water in hidden spots to create the appearance of mold. \u201cLet\u2019s see how you like dealing with mold problems,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
Finally, I set a few battery-operated alarm clocks to go off at odd hours and hid them in the ceiling tiles and behind heavy furniture. As I placed the last one in the drawer, I heard a knock on the door.<\/p>\n
My heart raced as I quickly hid the evidence. Opening the door, I found Mr. Wildrick standing there.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust checking to make sure you\u2019re all packed up,\u201d he said, trying to peer around me into the apartment.<\/p>\n
I blocked his view. \u201cI\u2019m almost done. I\u2019ll be out by tomorrow, as agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. \u201cSee that you are. And don\u2019t forget to leave the keys.\u201d<\/p>\n
As he walked away, I called out, \u201cOh, I won\u2019t forget a thing, Mr. Wildrick. Trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next morning, I took one last look around the apartment. Part of me felt bad about what I\u2019d done, but a bigger part felt satisfied. I picked up my last box and headed for the door.<\/p>\n
As I was locking up, Mr. Wildrick appeared. \u201cAll done?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, handing him the keys. \u201cAll done. Good luck with your next tenant!\u201d<\/p>\n
He grunted, already turning away. I couldn\u2019t resist one last jab.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, and Mr. Wildrick? You might want to check the ventilation system. I thought I heard some strange noises coming from there.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned. \u201cIt\u2019s none of your business now, girl. Get outta here!\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged innocently. \u201cJust trying to be helpful. Goodbye, Mr. Wildrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I walked away, I heard him muttering and fumbling with the lock. I smiled to myself, knowing that his troubles were just beginning.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s been a week since I finally moved out. I hope my ex-landlord, Mr. Wildrick (Oops, I mean Mr. Evil!), learns a lesson about treating his tenants with respect! What do you all think?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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