Bad Neighbors Who Tested The Patience of Everyone On Their Block

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So this was almost 10 years ago. My dad moved to another state for work the summer I graduated high school. My dad had to leave a few months early for his scheduled start date and to have time to look for a new house while our family was packing the old one.

Being unable to afford taking care of my 18-year-old self, I was forced to move with them much to my disappointment. Still, my dad managed to pull some strings so that I could start my first job under him over the summer and get a jump start on enrolling at the local college. 

After a couple months of hotel living (paid for by dad’s company stipend) we found a great house that was relatively new, being rented out by the original owners.

They had just finished building their new house by the lake and obviously didn’t need their first house, so they thought renting it out would be a good investment. This house was everything we were looking for, exactly where we wanted it to be.

Near the schools for my siblings, near my dad’s work, and with a pool and a rec room for movie nights and video games. The area and time of year made house hunting pretty tight at the time so my dad basically jumped on it.

The landlord got the lease typed up from a template and my dad reviewed the whole thing before signing it. Now my dad is a very meticulous person and has always ingrained the idea of keeping an eye out for loopholes that could be used against you.

Read every word of every contract you sign and if something doesn’t seem clear, ASK! He isn’t a lawyer by any means and has made false assumptions himself, but he knows how to search law books if he needs to. This is important later. We move in and get all settled, but quickly start to learn the truth. 

The landlords didn’t really want to leave their old house, they just couldn’t afford to keep both without extra income. They essentially viewed my family not as tenants, but as groundskeepers that paid them for permission to maintain their house.

One of the landlords for the most part wasn’t actually that bad, but the woman clearly wore the pants in the relationship and the man was busy with his full-time job as the local postmaster (also important later), so the woman did most of the landlord-type things.

It was very clear that she no longer had anything else to do now since she had been a stay-at-home mom and their youngest daughter had started school. I will say that I did not like this woman from the start. There were disturbing signs. There was a comment she made when we toured the house.

In a very thick southern accent, it was something along the lines of not needing to worry about her younger daughter (who was adopted) growing tall enough for sports because she’s Asian.

This woman was a cartoonish stereotype who gave off narcissistic, white savior vibes. The orphanage lady from Despicable Me crossed with Paula Dean comes to mind.

She also definitely did not like my mom and siblings when she first met them, as she had only met my dad and I who are white as white bread, but my mom is Hispanic so her and some of my siblings are more on the toasted whole wheat side.

She acted like it was a privilege that she was letting us live in “her house”. This lady would nitpick everything that wasn’t perfect about the house and loved showing up unannounced.

We would get notes on the door about needing to water the flowers more, or that the grass is supposed to be mowed every Saturday, or don’t cut the invasive vines she planted and that were growing up the backside of the house.

I got up early to mow the lawn the next Saturday after the note to get her off our backs, and halfway through, a truck showed up with a paid lawn crew. Obviously, she hadn’t said a word about this to my parents.

She would come to the door when my parents were gone and say she left something in the garage (which they had, like paint and insulation and other remodeling supplies), but then went upstairs because she was “checking on something she talked to my dad about”.

My dad of course had not spoken to her at all, and this was obviously an issue for my parents. But she didn’t stop there. At one point she tried to get my five-year-old brother to let her in right after he got off the bus.

This was at a time of day when both my parents were usually working and I had just gotten out of class, but our middle siblings would have been home already. So he wasn’t by himself, just no adults yet. To her surprise though, my dad had stayed home that day and parked inside the garage for once.

He was so angry. He immediately told her she needed to leave and typed up an email to the male landlord stating that if they tried to enter the property again he would be going to court about it. This included not being permitted to enter the backyard.

She had obviously done this on numerous occasions, but the lease stated they had to give 48-hours’ notice if they needed to enter the property for ANY reason. They did not take this well and things just kept escalating. 

She would schedule “maintenance” on days we had planned for parties or family events, and we still have no idea how she knew when they would be. She even had a tree removal service show up on my brother’s birthday to remove all the trees along the back fence.

Supposedly for safety reasons, but that was obviously a lie. It did however prevent us from using the pool at our pool party.

She would also claim all sorts of things weren’t allowed on account of HOA violations that my parents knew were false because the HOA president was also my little brother’s Sunday school teacher and they had brought up the issues with her.

The HOA president told us that she was a nightmare when they had lived in the neighborhood, and still showed up to the monthly meetings because she was still technically an owner and was using the meetings as an excuse to check up on us every chance she got, even asking the neighbors about us.

The HOA was actually very lax in its regulations and mostly dealt with just the shared spaces and garbage removal. My parents of course started looking for a place to move near the end of the lease and managed to secure a place three months before the end, but didn’t say anything to the landlords.

Well come 30 days to the day before the end of the lease, she shows up at the door for no apparent reason. As I was the only adult home, I answered the door.

Just as I opened the door to hear her excuse, the mail truck pulled up behind her. She starts walking away as if she changed her mind because she thought my dad was home to talk to her, and I step out to grab the mail since it’s here.

The postman gets out of his truck and says he has some certified mail that needs to be signed for by an adult. I still get chills thinking of the next events. First, she pipes up, pointing at me: “He’s an adult, he can take it”.

It was an eviction notice indicating that our landlords (standing three feet from me) had decided we were not keeping up to the standards of our lease and would not be renewing it. As such we should be out within 30 days. Well knowing that we were already moving, I just accepted it and went back inside.

It was very clear that she was there specifically to make sure we got the notice, which was only valid from the day it was officially received.

She of course also knew exactly when it would get there, and likely timed it as such (again so that my parents weren’t home) because her husband, remember, was the postmaster. I called my dad right away and he was fuming.

Luckily we had actually already gotten the keys for the new house as the previous tenants were out the week before, so we were totally moved within two weeks and my dad and I spent the last two weeks going over every inch of the house to make sure there wasn’t a chip of paint or carpet stain in sight.

We even went as far as repainting a couple rooms using the leftover paint in the garage. Out of spite, my dad decided not to pay the last month’s rent because we had paid first and last month’s rent and security deposit when we moved in.

Well, a month later, the couple have been harassing my parents about the last month’s rent, and then claimed that we owed further beyond the security deposit because of all the “repairs” they had to make after we left.

We knew that was total nonsense because we had honestly left the place better than we got it. So one day we went by (we still lived pretty close) and peeked in the windows. My dad was wild with fury when we looked. Turns out, they were doing a full remodel and probably trying to get us to pay for it. 

This set a fire under my dad they would regret. In that state, landlords are required to set up a specific bank account for security deposits that both the landlord and renter have access to that is not to be touched during the term of the lease.

My dad, a couple months earlier, had asked the husband for the account information, having just recently discovered that rule while looking into ways to fend off their constant harassment.

Dad had only asked a couple of times and kind of let it slide because he was pretty high up the regional totem pole at work and always busy, including a lot of traveling. Now, however, he was on a mission and started demanding the security deposit be returned.

In one particular phone call with the husband that was getting very heated, dad started spouting off the specific reference that he was reading right off the state’s website. He very clearly heard the woman from the background say to her husband, “Is that the money that’s in the safe”? CHECKMATE.

My dad immediately chimed in on not only that they had failed to meet state requirements, but also that the MINIMUM penalty, as stated on the state’s website in front of him, was forfeiture of the security deposit, but also any other dues and fees paid before move-in.

So not only were we not behind on rent and owing cost of repairs, but they actually owed us the deposit AND two months’ rent.

My dad immediately pointed that out to them and added just to rub in that they couldn’t get out of it because ALL of their conversations for the last few months had been recorded either through email or the recording app on his phone.

Story credit: Reddit / theTitaniumTurt1e

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