Living in a rented apartment became a nightmare when my landlord, Mr. Wildrick, made my life hell. From sneaking into my bathroom unannounced to raising the rent brutally, he did it all. After years of torment, I finally snapped.

“Hey everyone, Celine here! Imagine taking a bath and your landlord knocks on the door. Weird, right? Well, it happened to me,” I shared.

For four years, Mr. Wildrick’s antics turned my home into a battleground. “It’s just a little dampness,” he said when mold made me sick, forbidding me to call professionals. His surprise visits were relentless, even during showers.

“He chuckled, ‘It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,'” I recalled.

The apartment was a dump when I moved in, but I made it livable. Yet, Wildrick constantly raised the rent without improvements. “If you don’t like it, you can leave,” he smirked.

The final straw came when he kept my $2,350 deposit, citing “irreversible changes” I made to improve the place. Furious, I sought revenge: hiding tuna in vents, spreading glitter, and setting hidden alarms.

“Oh, and Mr. Wildrick? You might want to check the ventilation system,” I taunted as I left.

It’s been a week since I moved out. Hopefully, Mr. Wildrick learns a lesson about respecting tenants.