When I was little we used to live in this flat which was awful. constant noise from people upstairs and arround us, and water leakage issues

I rented a house with a bathtub that drained directly into the crawlspace… We also had a groundhog crawl up from the crawlspace into our walls where our hot water tank was. (Yes, the landlord put the hot water tank IN the wall. You had to deconstruct part of the house to get to it.)

Yeah, in my early twenties, and we called it the shit house due to our eventual exposure to copious amounts of human feces. Not exaggerating. Ahead is a long, shitty story with a landlord so cartoonishly evil that I might not believe it if it didn’t happen to me.

It was great when my ex and I moved in - a cute, if small, two bedroom daylight basement, and the landlord was a really friendly guy. No warning signs at all. The landlord paid us well to do repairs and improvements and we felt like we really lucked out. A few months in, we came home to find the place reeked of sewage and there was a puddle of water in the laundry room, backed up from the floor drain. We called the landlord who sent out a plumber. The plumber snaked the line and got it to drain. Yay! We mop up, get paid for it by the landlord, and life continues.

A month or so later, we come home to find the whole place flooded. We had several inches of sewer water in most of the apartment. We had been gone for a few days and apparently the neighbors did all the laundry. We call the landlord who apologizes profusely, says he’ll replace any damaged items, and said he’ll get a plumber out. We stay at a friend’s place for the night.

The next morning, the water is still there. We call the landlord to ask WTF is going on. He testily explains it was late on a Saturday when we called, that he’s not going to pay night and weekend fees, and the plumber will be there the next day, on Monday. We reiterate that there’s literally standing shit water and that we can’t live in the house. He relents and agrees to send them same day. The plumber snakes the line again, while griping how he told the landlord YEARS AGO this would keep happening unless he replaces a double 90° juncture some idiot did when DIYing the main line.

We call the landlord, tell him what we learned, and ask why he didn’t fix the issue if it has been known for years. Shockingly, he goes absolutely ballistic on us, aggressively going on about how the maintenance of his property is none of our business, that it was inappropriate to ask the plumber anything and that he’d be firing him for talking with us, and that he liked us as tenants but that was changing. We explain the place needs to be professionally cleaned, having been steeped in sewage for days. He refuses, telling us to clean it ourselves.

What. The. Fuck.

We realize we’re now in a hostile situation with a mentally unstable landlord. We had eight months left on the lease and we were both up to our ears in schoolwork. My ex refused to move because she is a moronic pushover, so we stop doing any work for the landlord and refuse to communicate with him except in writing or email, for which he mocks us in every email “for having our feelings hurt”. We eventually get him to send in his handyman who does a wholly insufficient job cleaning the floor. He keeps saying he’ll reimburse us for damaged furniture but keeps making excuses for why he needs another week after week after week. I want to talk to a lawyer but my idiot ex still wants to do nothing until at least the semester ends. She claims she can’t handle the stress.

We talk to the upstairs neighbors and find out this is a common occurrence and why the last tenants left. We learn they’ve been fighting him for months because the door to their oven will just fall open unless they prop something against it. They have two small children and it’s a huge hazard. They send him a demand letter and he evicts them. We drive away new tenants for a month by posting about it online and simply letting prospective tenants know what had happened when we see them. Eventually a new family moves in after the landlord slashes the rent.

A bit later, we go out of town for a week and come back to 6+ inches of water in the entire place. There’s literally a few pieces of shit and toilet paper floating in the kitchen. We inform the landlord, who says a plumber will be out the next day. We demand same day, he says they’ll see us tomorrow. Unbeknownst to my idiot ex, I talk with a lawyer that day who says the best they can do is a letter demanding they remediate immediately and cancel our lease (we lived in a conservative state with landlord friendly laws and basically no renter protections). I accept, letter is sent and delivered the next day.

The landlord mocks me by email for contacting a lawyer, but agrees to let us out of the lease. We soon find a new place and begin moving, but have to pay a double deposit because my ex had bad credit and we wouldn’t let the property manager contact our current landlord. We calculate prorated rent on the shit house and send it in. He fires back a blistering email about how he agreed to let us leave early but we still had the pay for the entire month. I talk to the lawyer who tells me the landlord has no standing. I tell the landlord to go pound sand. He responds threatening to sue us and goes on in great length about how he knows we don’t have much money and he’ll destroy us with legal fees “when he wins and we have to pay for his team of lawyers”. Dipshit ex folds again and just pays without asking me first. We give up on getting him to reimburse us for furniture - I want to sue for all of this but ex says she needs to put her education first and can’t handle it.

Epilogue: ex and I soon break up when she demands we immediately have an open relationship or she’s leaving. It later comes to light she had been fucking a mutual friend for awhile. I still keep tabs on shit landlord - he’s a slumlord in a different shitty conservative state. I’ve been married for ten years and my partner would destroy someone like that landlord. Big upgrade.

Top floor Studio apartment in a major city in an old building.

• The units didn’t have individual thermostats so we were stuck with what the building set, but heat rises.
• it was sweltering in the winter but when I opened the window, everything got coated in sticky black tar from the oil burning furnace
• it was sweltering in the summer but electrical was inadequate for even the smallest window air conditioner
• maintenance arbitrarily entered my apartment and smoked, leaving cigarette butts in the toilet.
• when my lease was ending, sales would just walk right in with new prospective tenants with no notice and not even knocking, regardless of the law

I lived in a relatively nice apartment that had a problem with the front door closing. I once found a baby mouse in my bag of chips, caught another one by hand because its tail was peaking out from under my shelf, and ended up catching about 15 in total (one actually got in my mouse’s cage).

Micro studio in a major city.

It was right next to a squeaky wood staircase and a main door that slams based on the weather. Loud metal gates that also slam. Every single upstairs neighbor thinking their floor isn’t thin wood. Every upstairs neighbor letting their cabinets bang closed, making “thudthudthudthud” echo through my room while they toss pots and pans in the same cabinets carelessly. Shared kitchen that’s an automatically closing door with a heavy spring and up the stairs. Can’t use the window sometimes in the summer due to a neighbors grill blowing smoke into the room at random, while they go against city code by using said grill half a foot away from the structure. Had to seal a massive hole under the cabinets and along trim of the cabinets due to a neighbor in the other side of the complex blowing their weed smoke into the structure and right into my room. Before sealing the place yourself: you better believe you’re getting a few carpet beetles that are gonna fuck up your clothes. Tiny sink that you can barely clean a damn thing in, and no sink in the bathroom so you have to shave over the same fucking sink where you wash food and clean things, or just over the toilet because someone decided that’s where a bathroom mirror/cabinet should be. The plumbing from upper units going straight down until right behind my bathroom, so flushes from above get loud as fuck. A goddamn sliding door to the bathroom too? What kind of braindead sack of shit suggests putting a sliding door to a bathroom that goes RIGHT OVER A FUCKING WALL OUTLET. Want an outlet in the bathroom to charge your shaver? Fuck you, use the 2.5 square feet of counter space where you meal prep or dry dishes. Poor room design making me use a twin mattress that was stuck between two walls. Pre-installed shelving half-usable because it was blocked by pre-installed shelving. Bathroom fan that was on 24/7 by design, constantly pulling in air from the stinky stairwell. Junkies roaming fucking everywhere as soon as you leave the property. Constantly fucked up laundry machines since people are fucking stupid, or them leaving their shit in one of the 4 machines for several hours while all of the others are fucking full. Oh, and no, there are no laundromats because properly values have been completely fucked by shitty fucking investment companies that build cramped and overpriced apartment complexes. Want a front office? Fuck you. Want a reasonable building manager? Nah, he’s a worthless sack of shit that sees your growing anger at living in a shithole as being “problematic.” Quiet hours? Fuck em. Your neighbors are most likely fucking troglodytes that don’t give a SINGLE FUCK.

All of this goddamn bullshit in the joy of 150 goddamn square feet. I can’t believe I held out 5 years losing my mind there, through all the fucking sleepless nights. Hope the place gets hit with a fucking meteor.

If I count everywhere in the world… When I was growing up, me and my parents ended up renting some absolutely atrocious apartments that were close to where I went to school. The worst one was my middle school apartment… it was a tiny 1-bedroom for the three of us, don’t think it had a real kitchen, AC barely works (actually I couldn’t recall if it even had an AC), toilet clogged every other day, and once in summer the hot water broke down for an extended time and I had to take showers at the swimming pool I visit… To be fair, my parents grew up when China was a 3rd world country, so I guess the 3rd world country haven’t left them at that time

If I only count in the US… It was not that bad per se, but I lived in a shady 500 sqft tiny house next to the one bar in my college town for two years. It definitely felt quite shady and wasn’t exactly quiet at night. I’ve also had issues with the AC/heating and the metal pipe bursting once in winter. This place also gave me a peculiar core memory in college… I used to have a bucket by the front door to wash my car; once my school’s football team had a big victory, and the next morning the bucket was just gone

Also honorable mentions to my AirBnB adventures when I was younger… which includes once when I saw my landlord being put under house arrest as I was returning to the bnb, once when I think I shared a place with a drug dealer, and once I managed to get myself homeless in NYC at 3am in the morning because the host didn’t give me the room code & I couldn’t get in the building

Third year in University - when we moved in, it hadn’t been cleaned from the previous tenants, my parents were kind enough to come and help us clean and it took the five of us (during covid too so we were trying to social distance as much as we could) 3 days to get it into a livable state.

That was only the start though, over the course of those days cleaning, we started noticing these weird bugs everywhere. Yup. Massive silverfish infestation. Huge ones, small ones, every room, coming in through the floor, the walls, the ceiling, behind furnature, anywhere there was a gap, they’d slither out of. We had to spray insecticide all over the place which gave me bad headaches if there wasn’t enough ventilation.

Sometimes still, out of the corner of my eye, I’ll think I see one and kind of panic for a fraction of a second, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over that.

Technically the one I’m currently in since it’s the first one I’ve ever lived.

The people upstairs, twice, went and installed a bidet ( we’re not really allowed to do our own plumbing for a reason and they proved why ) and it caused a giant ceiling bubble the second time in the bathroom. The apartment directly below us has been empty for a long time with nobody working on fixing the gutted place for a while, but IIRC when they were having some company working on it, they accidentally caused our dishwasher to start to flood. So for a long time we had the floor being worked on. The dishwasher thing might have been caused by some other water/plumbing issues somewhere else that caused it, I don’t remember.

My brother, being the idiot he is, decided at one point to take a couch from near the dumpster and now I have firsthand experience with bedbugs. We have dealt with a minor mice problem. It was probably a homeless person, but my dad had a bike stolen from the balcony. There were two times where some idiot tenants started fires and one of the sets of apartments is still being fixed from the damage.

Other than that, I can’t complain too much because I don’t really have that many problems here and it’s definitely 1000x better than where I could be right now. It’s definitely not as bad as I make it out to be, based on what I’ve said has happened.

Right on the motorway, didnt sleep when I was there, preferred to sleep under my desk at work.

It got so cold the curtains would freeze to the window. The only heater (electric, would set anything near it on fire) was so old, the antiques roadshow would have paid me a fortune for it.

Also, one of the girls I shared it with would wander around high with a bare chest, for some reason. Her boyfriend would scream and bang on the door at 3am.

Another house mate had a certified Nazi boyfriend who hated me (immigrant) and talked the others into evicting me purely for being foreign. Abusive bastard, got married to houses mate later on, I’m sure that didn’t end well.

I lived too close to a hospital. Apparently, the road I lived next to was the road that all fire, EMS, and police used. Tons of sirens at all hours of the night and day. I toured the place on a quiet day, so it never occurred to me about the noise. That was a bit of a suffer fest.

One funny thing about that place, someone always swore consistently on the street between 17:00-20:00 each evening. It was always someone new, but it was like clockwork. Guests wouldn’t believe it at first, but it became a thing, lol. Sometimes it was someone on a skateboard eating shit in the protected bike lane, other times it was a pissed off pedestrian, someone having an argument, someone having fun, or someone clearly off their medication. No apartment has had that before or since.

Just some german cockroaches. They won the war.

It was both best and worst since I’ve only lived in one apartment in my life

It was actually a pretty nice apartment, I might still happily be there if they hadn’t kept jacking up the rent every year.

But I had some complaints

The kitchen was ridiculously tiny, and one of the cabinets couldn’t open all the way because it hit an overhead light fixture. We actually pointed that out when we first viewed the apartment (it had recently had some light renovations and that was obviously an oversight) and to their credit they installed a smaller fixture before we moved it. It still got in the way and the cabinet didn’t open 100% but it opened wide enough to get anything you needed in and out.

The bathroom vent fans definitely shared ductwork with other units, and someone along that vent liked to sing in the shower. We also occasionally heard her yelling at her kids. We didn’t mind that so much, it’s kind of part of living in an apartment that sometimes you’re going to hear what your neighbors are doing, it was usually more funny than anything, but it was a little weird the first time we heard someone singing from our bathroom.

The people above us liked to vacuum at like 10am on a Sunday. Not too unreasonable I suppose, but I worked night shift and it could be a little annoying from time to time when I was trying to sleep

They also had some kind of water leak one time that fucked up our ceilings a bit, and it also leaked right into our circuit breaker causing some electrical issues. No serious damage done though, and again they were quick to repair it.

When we moved out, our roommate discovered that the window in his room was leaky, which had caused some mold and water damage in his room. He never noticed it until then because of how he had some furniture placed along that wall.

There really wasn’t any decent spot to have any sort of a proper dining table, at least not if you also wanted to have a couch and a TV, so we pretty much ate off the coffee table or folding tray tables the whole time we lived there. (The apartment was actually fairly spacious overall, it was just sort of laid out weirdly)

I have two from the many I’ve had and I’ll let you decide which was worse.

1: lived on 3rd floor. Found out that the neighbor across the hall was found dead from suicide a few weeks before we moved in. Neighbor below in 2nd floor regularly had all night parties. Got so fucked upon drugs they took a hammer to the walls and plumbing which flooded the entire 2nd and first floors.

A few weeks later they ordered pizza, murdered the driver with a hammer and pillow and stole the $50 they had plus their $1000 car. I think she got life in prison and the guy with her got some other deal.

2: many years later moved into a cheap apartment close to work when the previous place jacked rent up almost 100% with only a months notice. No a/c. The windows had no screens but we a really odd shape. The walls had drywall but it had been removed to expose the brick, but that left a gap at the ceiling. That’s how rats and mice would fall in. Also roaches. The fridge was brand new but full size, which blocked half of the entrance to the kitchen. The neighbor across from me would catch their mice on sticky traps and out set them out in front of their door, right next to their garbage sacks that they would leave for days. This was somewhat understandable because the garbage bin for the building was too small and always overflowing.