Peter and Mary had saved for years to move into their dream apartment, but their entitled landlord had other plans. When he refused to return their security deposit with outrageous accusations, they knew they had to fight back. What unfolded was a plot of cunning and retribution that left their landlord stunned.
Hi, I’m Peter. You could say I’m a pretty level-headed guy. Been an analyst at a tech company for, well, longer than I care to admit at 34. Numbers? Logic? That’s my bread and butter.
But lately, my brain feels like it’s running on a corrupted program, thanks to our landlord, Mr. Hollingsworth.
The guy’s a real piece of work, and what he pulled with our security deposit… let’s just say it’s left me fuming and needing to vent.
So, here I am, pouring my frustrations (and maybe a plan or two) out onto the internet.
Now, before I unleash the full Hollingsworth horror show, let me rewind a bit.
See, this story isn’t just about a greedy landlord. It’s about a fresh start for my little family. My amazing wife, Mary, and our energetic three-year-old, Ethan, the little hurricane who can turn “bath time” into a full-blown monsoon event.
After years of budgeting and countless ramen noodle dinners, Mary and I finally saved enough for our dream apartment.
We’d been cramped in a shoebox apartment for what felt like forever, but a few months ago, our realtor showed us this new apartment that fit our budget.
Our first visit to the apartment was when we decided to make it our home.
When Mary told Ethan about the new house, saying his room would have a jungle gym, he couldn’t contain his excitement.
“Jungle gym!” Ethan would yell, gleefully running in circles around our tiny living room. “Can we see it yet, Mommy?”
“You’ll have to wait for a few more weeks, honey,” Mary would tell him.
She spent weeks decluttering and decorating, transforming our new apartment into a cozy haven.
Soon, we were all set to move into the new place. All that was left was to pick up a few things from our old apartment.
Little did we know, that our move would be the start of a landlord nightmare we never saw coming.
On the moving day, the landlord showed up, and we walked through the whole apartment with him to hand it over.
He poked his nose around, muttering about a scuffed doorframe and a slightly stained carpet (thanks, Ethan’s “artistic phase” with puddings).
But to our relief, after a twenty-minute inspection, he sighed and declared, “Alright, alright, everything seems in order. Your deposit will be refunded within the usual timeframe.”