My Landlord Turned My Life into Hell – Before I Moved Out, I Gave Him the Biggest Payback Ever

Living in a rented apartment became a nightmare when my landlord turned my life into hell. From sneaking into my bathroom unannounced to brutally raising the rent, he did it all. After years of his torment, I finally snapped. What I did next made him regret ever crossing me.

Hey everyone, Celine here! Living in a rented apartment can have its perks, but nosy landlords? Not so much. Imagine taking a relaxing bath and suddenly… your landlord knocks on your bathroom door. Weird, I know! Well, it happened to me. And it’s not the only thing my landlord did to make my life a living hell…

Upset woman sitting in a room | Source: Pexels

Upset woman sitting in a room | Source: Pexels

For four long years, I’ve been stuck in this apartment with Mr. Wildrick as my landlord, and let me tell you, it’s been pure hell. This guy’s turned my home into a battleground.

The day I ended up in the ER with mold poisoning? Yeah, that was because Mr. High-and-Mighty forbade me from calling professionals to deal with the black stuff growing in my bathroom.

“It’s just a little dampness,” he said. Sure, tell that to my burning lungs and pounding headache.

Older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

And don’t even get me started on his surprise visits. I swear, the man has a sixth sense for showing up at the worst possible moments.

Taking a shower? There’s Mr. Wildrick. In the middle of a work call? Mr. Wildrick decides it’s time to “check the pipes.”

It’s like living with a creepy, unwanted roommate.

Woman wrapping her hair with towel | Source: Pexels

Woman wrapping her hair with towel | Source: Pexels

The kicker? When I moved in, this place was a dump. Peeling wallpaper, carpet that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the ’80s, and a kitchen straight out of a horror movie.

But did Mr. Wildrick care? Nope. “It’s livable,” he said. Well, I made it more than livable.

I poured my heart, soul, and way too much of my paycheck into turning this dump into a home. And what thanks do I get? Well, hold onto your hats, folks, because that was just the trailer. Here’s the main feature for you!

An empty and messy room | Source: Pexels

An empty and messy room | Source: Pexels

It all kicked off during my first week in the apartment. Picture this: I’m soaking in the tub after a grueling day at work, bubbles up to my chin, eyes closed, finally relaxing.

Then, out of nowhere, there’s a knock on the bathroom door. Not just any knock, a loud, insistent pounding that nearly made my heart burst right out of my chest.

“Celine? Are you in there?” Mr. Wildrick’s gruff voice called out.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Mr. Wildrick? What are you doing here?”

“Just checking for leaks. Mind if I come in?”

Woman in bathtub | Source: Pexels

Woman in bathtub | Source: Pexels

“Yes, I do mind! I’m in the bath!” I shouted, scrambling to grab my towel.

He chuckled. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ll be quick.”

“No! Get out now!” I yelled, my heart pounding.

I heard him grumble and walk away. Later, when I confronted him about it, he just shrugged.

“It’s my property. I have the right to ensure it’s in good condition,” he said, his beady eyes narrowing.

Annoyed older man frowning | Source: Midjourney

Annoyed older man frowning | Source: Midjourney

I felt my face flush with anger. “Not without notice, you don’t. It’s illegal and a violation of my privacy.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t be so dramatic. If you don’t like it, you can always leave.”

But that was just the beginning. Mr. Wildrick seemed to take pleasure in making my life difficult. One winter, the heating system broke down. I called him immediately.

“Mr. Wildrick, the heater’s not working. It’s freezing in here!”

“I’ll send someone over soon,” he promised.

Days passed, and no one came. I called again.

Window view of snowy day | Source: Midjourney

Window view of snowy day | Source: Midjourney

“Mr. Wildrick, it’s been three days. I can see my breath in here!”

“I’m working on it,” he snapped. “These things take time.”

A week later, I was huddled under layers of blankets, shivering. I called him again, my teeth chattering.

“If you don’t fix this now, I’m withholding rent,” I threatened.

There was a long pause. “Fine. I’ll send someone tomorrow.”

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Woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

The next day, a technician finally showed up. As he worked, he shook his head. “This should’ve been fixed ages ago. You’re lucky the pipes didn’t burst.”

I glared at him. “Tell that to my landlord.”

The rent increases were another nightmare. Every year, without fail, Mr. Wildrick would raise the rent well above market rate. When the latest notice came, I stormed down to his office.

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Woman holding money | Source: Unsplash

“This is ridiculous!” I slammed the paper on his desk. “You can’t raise the rent this much. There haven’t been any improvements to justify it.”

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “I can, and I did. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

I felt my nails digging into my palms. “This is way above market rate. It’s not fair.”

He shrugged. “Life’s not fair, sweetheart. Pay up or get out.”

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Angry woman crossing her arms | Source: Pexels

I left his office, fuming. That night, I searched online for tenant rights, determined to fight back.

But Mr. Wildrick had more tricks up his sleeve. One morning, as I was getting ready for work, the water suddenly cut off mid-shower. Soap still in my hair, I grabbed my phone and called him.

“Why is the water off?” I demanded.

“Oops, must have flipped the wrong switch,” he said, chuckling.

Woman washing her hair | Source: Pexels

Woman washing her hair | Source: Pexels

“Turn it back on now!” I shouted, shivering in my towel.

“Alright, alright. No need to get your panties in a twist,” he replied, his voice dripping with amusement.

The water came back on a few minutes later, but by then, I was late for work and furious.

Days passed, and the threats of eviction were constant.

Close-up view of a shower | Source: Unsplash

Close-up view of a shower | Source: Unsplash

One day, my friend Sarah came to stay for a week while she was between apartments. Mr. Wildrick showed up unannounced, as usual.

“Who’s this?” he demanded, eyeing Sarah suspiciously.

“This is my friend Sarah. She’s staying for a few days,” I explained.

His face turned red. “That’s not allowed. It’s a violation of your lease. I could evict you for this!”

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Two women in a room | Source: Pexels

Sarah looked at me, wide-eyed. I stepped between them. “There’s nothing in the lease about short-term guests. You can’t evict me for this.”

He jabbed a finger at me. “Watch me. One more misstep, and you’re out on the street.”

After he left, Sarah turned to me. “How do you live like this?”

I sighed. “I don’t have much choice right now.”

Upset woman with her friend | Source: Pexels

Upset woman with her friend | Source: Pexels

The final straw came when I decided to move out.

I’d finally found a new place and was ready to leave this nightmare behind. I met Mr. Wildrick for the final walkthrough, expecting to get my $2,350 deposit back.

He walked around the apartment, frowning and muttering. Finally, he turned to me. “I’m keeping your deposit.”

My jaw dropped. “What? Why?”

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Angry woman looking to her side | Source: Pexels

He gestured around vaguely. “You’ve done irreversible changes to the apartment that I did not agree to. Painting, nail holes, wear and tear.”

I felt the last bits of my patience evaporate. “That’s ridiculous! I improved this place. It’s in better condition than when I moved in!”

He shrugged. “Not my problem! You should’ve thought about that before making changes.”

Annoyed older man frowning | Source: Midjourney

Annoyed older man frowning | Source: Midjourney

I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. As I sat in my car, shaking with anger, I decided it was time for some payback.

That evening, I went on eBay and ordered the weirdest list of products to start my revenge.

Cans of tuna, bags of glitter, sugar, super glue, flour, and a few cheap alarm clocks. When the package arrived, I got to work.

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Woman using a laptop | Source: Unsplash

First, I hid cans of tuna in the ventilation system and behind the walls, poking holes in them to ensure the smell would permeate the entire apartment.

As I worked, I muttered, “Let’s see how you like unexpected surprises, Mr. Wildrick.”

Next, I spread glitter everywhere… on the carpet, in the air ducts, in the bathroom drains, and between the floorboards.

“Good luck getting rid of this!” I chuckled.

Glitter spilled on floorboard | Source: Midjourney

Glitter spilled on floorboard | Source: Midjourney

I poured sugar into the radiators, imagining Mr. Wildrick’s face when the heating system malfunctioned once the sugar melted.

“Karma’s a witch, isn’t it?” I laughed.

As I super-glued the locks on all the windows and doors, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. But then I remembered all the times he’d made me feel unsafe in my own home, and my resolve strengthened.

I sprinkled flour and water in hidden spots to create the appearance of mold. “Let’s see how you like dealing with mold problems,” I muttered.

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Close-up of window in a room | Source: Unsplash

Finally, I set a few battery-operated alarm clocks to go off at odd hours and hid them in the ceiling tiles and behind heavy furniture. As I placed the last one in the drawer, I heard a knock on the door.

My heart raced as I quickly hid the evidence. Opening the door, I found Mr. Wildrick standing there.

“Just checking to make sure you’re all packed up,” he said, trying to peer around me into the apartment.

I blocked his view. “I’m almost done. I’ll be out by tomorrow, as agreed.”

Vintage alarm clock in drawer | Source: Midjourney

Vintage alarm clock in drawer | Source: Midjourney

He nodded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “See that you are. And don’t forget to leave the keys.”

As he walked away, I called out, “Oh, I won’t forget a thing, Mr. Wildrick. Trust me.”

The next morning, I took one last look around the apartment. Part of me felt bad about what I’d done, but a bigger part felt satisfied. I picked up my last box and headed for the door.

As I was locking up, Mr. Wildrick appeared. “All done?”

I nodded, handing him the keys. “All done. Good luck with your next tenant!”

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Woman holding keys | Source: Freepik

He grunted, already turning away. I couldn’t resist one last jab.

“Oh, and Mr. Wildrick? You might want to check the ventilation system. I thought I heard some strange noises coming from there.”

He frowned. “It’s none of your business now, girl. Get outta here!”

I shrugged innocently. “Just trying to be helpful. Goodbye, Mr. Wildrick.”

Frustrated older man with a menacing look | Source: Midjourney

Frustrated older man with a menacing look | Source: Midjourney

As I walked away, I heard him muttering and fumbling with the lock. I smiled to myself, knowing that his troubles were just beginning.

It’s been a week since I finally moved out. I hope my ex-landlord, Mr. Wildrick (Oops, I mean Mr. Evil!), learns a lesson about treating his tenants with respect! What do you all think?

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Happy woman smiling on a snowy day | Source: Pexels

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