Don’t you just love a good revenge story?
I know I do! Especially when it involves horrible neighbors.
And we got a doozy for you today, folks!
Let’s take a look at this story that someone shared on Reddit and then we’ll dive into how folks responded.
I froze my psycho neighbor out of her apartment
“In college, my two friends and I decided to find a place together off-campus. We found a beautiful three-bedroom house with surprisingly affordable rent.
The basement of the house was listed as a separate apartment, but as it had a separate entrance and the indoor stairwell had been blocked off, we weren’t worried. And the thermostat was upstairs.
Then the demon neighbor moved in. From upstairs, we could hear everything. This adult woman would call her mother and scream at her to pay for her cellphone bills and give her “grocery” money (aka Taco Bell and cheap tequila), she would scream at whatever guy she was sleeping with to bring her m**h, and one day, she brought home three puppies to scream at, too.
We were terrified of this woman, and the noise was hell. Also, we’d been idiotic enough to sign a lease stating we were responsible for all utilities, period, meaning we were now financing her gas, water, and electric. But with only two months left on the lease, we thought we could just ride it out.
But then she started smoking. Constantly. According to the landlord, she’d “quit for good” when she’d signed the lease, but “for good” only lasted two days. Since it was winter, the heat was running nearly 24/7, and the smoke was wafting up from the vents. Our apartment and all our belongings began to reek with smoke.
We contacted the landlord, because we’d signed for a bloody non-smoking apartment. He told us we lived in a state where you could technically call an apartment non-smoking even if it shared ventilation with a smoking apartment. (F**k you, leasing laws).
At this point, my two roommates were heading out for a two-week vacation (they were online students, while I was residential), leaving me alone in the apartment with the demon smoker in the basement.
I couldn’t sleep or eat, because my idiotic stomach decided to react to all the secondhand smoke by aching and cramping constantly.
After three days, I was a little insane. I made a plan.
I checked the forecast: lows in the 20s all week. I borrowed a friend’s ultra-insulated sleeping bag. I bought one of those ski masks with the holes for your eyes and mouth. I got out my stocking cap, my silk long underwear, my woolen socks, and my down parka. I bought tea, hot cocoa, and ramen, and prepared to live off a diet of hot liquids.
And I turned off the f**king heat.
Day 1: She’s screaming at her mother for forcing her to move into this frozen s**t-hole of an apartment.
Day 2: She’s screaming at her boyfriend (m**h-dealer?) because he won’t let her move in with him.
Day 3: She’s screaming at the landlord about how she’s f**king freezing.
Day 4: The landlord is at my door. I greet him in full ski mask/parka/stocking cap array, looking like I’m heading out to rob Santa Claus at the North Pole. He asks me if I don’t find it a little chilly in the house. I reply I’d found all the cigarette smoke a little warm.
Day 5: She’s screaming about “THE B**CHES UPSTAIRS” to anyone who will listen, and I’m sitting upstairs clutching my car keys and my pepper spray with 911 typed into my phone. She finally decides she’s f**king leaving and moving in with Greg, “even though he just got out for stabbing Travis, and he lives in that f**king creepy house in the woods with all those a**hole biting dogs.”
Day 6: She’s GONE. I silently bless Greg.
Moral of the story: There’s a bloody reason the rent seems too good to be true.
Ps. For those wondering, I did have a friend who worked plumbing stop by to give me some advice about how low I could go before I burst the water pipes to hell and back.
Good Lord…now let’s see how readers responded.
This reader didn’t hold back. Go ahead and preach!
Another Reddit user brought up a good point: how could this place be called its own apartment if the person doesn’t have control over the thermostat? That sounds like a nightmare to me.
And this Reddit user brought up the smoking issue…
This individual said that the shi**y landlord is really the person to blame for this whole situation.
And finally, this reader said that the tenant who was a little bit off their rocker should have gotten in touch with the building department…but that wasn’t gonna happen in this story…
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