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Moved into a flat with DH, came downstairs one morning to find the area cordoned off with police tape, the guy upstairs had kidnapped and tried to rape a young boy :(
Went outside into my back yard 3 weeks ago, to find a policeman knocking on the door of the flat next door, he asked me a few questions, I couldn't help, but half an hour later he came back with a colleague and proceeded to kick the door down and search the place (still haven't found out what that was about)
Ok admittedly not so much horror rental stories as much as general house horror stories, but all have happened while renting and I have no others as I have had some great flats and great land lords :)
I'm actually shocked that the cops never came (that I was aware of). I was half expecting them (and/or the paramedics) to show up one day because on or both of them had gotten seriously injured (or killed).
There had been a shoot out last week in teh alley behind the flat.
Then there was the house in Hackney London, where you could smell it before you entered from about 15 foot away, the flat had to be gutted and rebuilt internally.
Then of course there was the partially eaten body (cats) a friend found in a house in Southend on sea.
Oh the joys of social housing.
For about 6 months after I moved these blokes kept knocking at the door, wonder what they wanted...
For about 6 months after I moved these blokes kept knocking at the door, wonder what they wanted...
Didn't the guy leave "I have moved" banner at the door, how can he afford to lose this many customers. ;)
I have shifted quite a few times in the last 3 years (I think 5 times or so), I haven't seen that many problems. One time though, I shared a two bedroom flat with a couple of ladies including one who didn't mind passing by the door half-naked :) Does that count as a horror?
[edited by: Habtom at 12:17 pm (utc) on Jan. 8, 2009]
When the noise started I would often sleep in my car for a peaceful night.
When approached the next day she'd not remember a thing.
Incredibly, she had her 5 year-old kid in the property with her.
She'd play the same track at full volume for hours upon hours
I had a flat over 10 years ago and the guy next door also played his music over and over, even when sober!
My father made me a gismo that we hooked up to an amp for the neighbours enjoyment, the gismo had a microphone and took the sound in, delayed it for about a second then sent it back out to a speaker, well I put a nice big speaker against the wall and played his cr@p back to him same volume but delayed, he got the picture.
It was either that or a hiding
* another cut out the wallplates in the attic and stuffed whole fish down inside the walls...
* a surprisingly popular 'finger' to an evicting landlord was disconnecting the waste plumbing in the crawlspace...
well I put a nice big speaker against the wall and played his cr@p back to him same volume but delayed, he got the picture.
Finally, one morning after an exceptionally annoying tirade, I decided to turn the tables on them when I got up at 6:00 for work. I turned all the stereo speakers facing upwards (including a pair that I strategically placed under the kids' room), turned the volume up to 10 (I really wished I had one that went to 11 for that event!), and put on "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains.
They moved out a couple of weeks later. :)
I still get a smile whenever I hear that song on the radio.
Luckily we moved out before too long.
Some time had passed and on one sunny afternoon! we were surprised that the dog was not barking anymore, so I asked the neighbor, and she said that the Dog had retired.
And when all things started to look normal, guess what? I come out to the balcony, for a breath of "Fresh Air" and I hear even Louder barking noise coming from inside the house next door. But it was not a dog; it was a Talking Parrot, Large one that had decided that it was just too quiet and started mimicking the dogs barking.
There was nothing we could do about it so we moved...
The owners daughter of the house we rented the apartment in was a best childhood friend of the lady’s daughter whose dog was barking and that daughter started dating the Chief of a local police department after he should up for the complains about the dog. We are in a small borough in North Jersey, US. Things are a bit different here. So complaining to the police was useless, totally.
At the end there was nothing that we wanted to do, BUT I took it out on a Chief a bit different way. Apparently I was the only one that was allowed to Vote in Mayoral Elections from 3 houses to the left and 4 houses to the right. So when the Mayor showed up a front of my door with the Chief of Police to get me to go and vote for him, I let it all out, all of it! That got their attention very well, the storry even made it to the small local newspaper ;)
Came in to found him laying the new stuff directly on top of the old... then he found the kitchen door wouldn't open since the floor level had raised, so he cut the bottom of the door :)
For all that it was very cheap, and he was genuinely helpful when there was a non lino-related problem.
She ended up in a low rent but respectable working class suburb instead.
We moved the rats out of their room yesterday so he could finish the doors, while he was up seeing about getting a new fireplace fit, and while he didn't get round to doing the doors, he did leave us some daffodils! in nearly 3 years we haven't had a rent rise, and they were even ok when we told them that the rats had chewed some of the carpet up (because they know we will replace it if/when we move out) The neighbours may be a PITA, but the land lord is great :)
We never have had any problem with the "rain coat brigade" but more problems with the fights every Friday and Saturday night from the two pubs at the end of the street.
One Sunday we woke up to find 2 policemen standing in our bedroom - one of the flat mates had come home late and left the door open.
In the end the flat was to "redeveloped" but the landlord said its oK you can stay rent-free until you find somewhere else.
Oddly the same flats are on the market for major sums these days.
So once, on a Sunday morning as the sunshine was pouring through my windows, I positioned the speakers close to the ceilings and cranked up some hardcore New York Industrial noise from The Swans [youtube.com]. After awhile I'd let him go back to sleep. But not for long. The Swans would be back on the turntable. Wash, rinse, repeat for as long as I was in the apartment. He never complained. He took his punishment as if he understood he had it coming and deserved every wrenching moment.
Another time there were two fatties living upstairs that enjoyed making love with exaggerated screaming. Then some nights the girl would pick a fight with the guy and we could hear it coming to blows. Only it was HER abusing HIM. One night he called the cops on her and they dragged that scary drug addled woman away. She finally left him and returned to Canada.
Months later I walked past the guy in the hallway and he was whining about how he missed her. I told him about the times I saw her hanging off drug dealers arms as she brought them up to his apartment while he was away and remarked that he was better off without her. He responded that he still loved her.