After years of enduring a nightmare landlord, I finally snapped. Mr. Wildrick, my landlord, turned my life into hell. He sneaked into my apartment unannounced, ignored critical repairs, and hiked my rent without justification. His constant harassment left me living in fear and frustration.
The final straw was when he refused to return my $2,350 deposit, claiming I had damaged the apartment, even though I’d improved it. Furious, I decided to get even.
I bought cans of tuna, glitter, sugar, super glue, flour, and alarm clocks. I hid the tuna in the vents, ensuring the smell would haunt him. I spread glitter everywhere, glued the locks, and poured sugar into the radiators, ready to cause havoc. Finally, I hid alarm clocks in the walls, set to go off at random times.
As I handed him the keys, I couldn’t resist a final jab: “You might want to check the ventilation system. I heard some strange noises.” He dismissed me, unaware of the chaos awaiting him.
As I walked away, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. My revenge wasn’t just about payback—it was about reclaiming my dignity. I moved out, leaving Mr. Wildrick to discover the surprises I’d left behind. I hope he learned a valuable lesson: never underestimate a tenant pushed too far.
