Brooklyn, lived above a crack dealer who loved to test car stereos all night long, every day with Dad rock. Wednesday at 4am? Yup! Saturday at 8am? You bet your fucking ass.

He also had a giant black lab who he let pee freely anywhere, including inside the stairwell. One day that dog ran away.

Bad area, ceiling leaks, noise all night from the railyard, recent mouse infestation despite two visits from an exterminator, pipes intermittently stop working, pretty sure something is fucked with the electric bill, rent just went up 100$. And it’s still one of the cheapest places I can find.

I’m fucking living in it. God bless America.

I rented a house with a bathtub that drained directly into the crawlspace… We also had a groundhog crawl up from the crawlspace into our walls where our hot water tank was. (Yes, the landlord put the hot water tank IN the wall. You had to deconstruct part of the house to get to it.)

The day I moved in there were broken beer bottles, cigarette butts, and syringes all over the floor.

The bathroom didn’t have a door and you could see into the shower from the window on the front door. There was no shower head when I moved in.

Water sometimes just didn’t work.

One day one of the lights on the ceiling started smoking, then filled up with water from a leak from the ceiling.

The rent was great though…

Top floor Studio apartment in a major city in an old building.

• The units didn’t have individual thermostats so we were stuck with what the building set, but heat rises.
• it was sweltering in the winter but when I opened the window, everything got coated in sticky black tar from the oil burning furnace
• it was sweltering in the summer but electrical was inadequate for even the smallest window air conditioner
• maintenance arbitrarily entered my apartment and smoked, leaving cigarette butts in the toilet.
• when my lease was ending, sales would just walk right in with new prospective tenants with no notice and not even knocking, regardless of the law

Belleville, NJ, 11 years ago. 1 bedroom apartment, was the only thing my now ex-spouse and I could afford when we moved across the US for me to start a new job. You ever watch Law & Order? You know those apartment complexes the detectives go into to interview a witness or whatever, and as they’re walking through the hallways, there’s babies crying and adults yelling at each other from behind closed doors, and trash/used drug needles in the hallways? That was this place.

Our downstairs neighbor was a total shitbag that blasted loud music every moment he was awake. Called the cops so many times, nothing ever came of it. I hope he’s dead now, for real.

Upstairs neighbor would come home drunk all the time and yell at his wife and throw shit. One time he tried to get into our apartment by mistake, thank God we had the door locked. They would run the water in their bathroom until the tub overflowed into our bathroom below it. One time we had water coming out of the fuse box and had no power for a week. One time our toilet broke and we had to use the toilet in the empty apartment across the hall until it was fixed. The “empty” apartment had a couch and a compound hunting bow with arrows just sitting there.

There was a rodent problem; thank God we had a cat.

We were supposed to have an assigned parking space, but that was a lie. The night we got there/moved in, it had snowed. I parked the car in an empty spot. 3 hours later, a woman is SCREAMING in the hallways “WHO IS FROM (insert state license plate we just moved from)!??” Apparently we parked in her spot, and she was not happy. Had to move the car. When I moved the car, one of the brake lines failed and I was barely able to guide it into a snowbank; had to get it towed the next day to get it fixed.

The whole experience was a nightmare. We only lived there for a year, but I get anxiety just thinking about it.

Technically the one I’m currently in since it’s the first one I’ve ever lived.

The people upstairs, twice, went and installed a bidet ( we’re not really allowed to do our own plumbing for a reason and they proved why ) and it caused a giant ceiling bubble the second time in the bathroom. The apartment directly below us has been empty for a long time with nobody working on fixing the gutted place for a while, but IIRC when they were having some company working on it, they accidentally caused our dishwasher to start to flood. So for a long time we had the floor being worked on. The dishwasher thing might have been caused by some other water/plumbing issues somewhere else that caused it, I don’t remember.

My brother, being the idiot he is, decided at one point to take a couch from near the dumpster and now I have firsthand experience with bedbugs. We have dealt with a minor mice problem. It was probably a homeless person, but my dad had a bike stolen from the balcony. There were two times where some idiot tenants started fires and one of the sets of apartments is still being fixed from the damage.

Other than that, I can’t complain too much because I don’t really have that many problems here and it’s definitely 1000x better than where I could be right now. It’s definitely not as bad as I make it out to be, based on what I’ve said has happened.

Richmond, VA. Dumbarton, right near the Captain D’s (which is somehow still in business?)

It was a series of cabins, like an old 1950’s Motor Court. A hive of scum and villany. I didn’t even walk around in my good socks. Spent two months of my life there, just stacking money to flee the east coast.

Micro studio in a major city.

It was right next to a squeaky wood staircase and a main door that slams based on the weather. Loud metal gates that also slam. Every single upstairs neighbor thinking their floor isn’t thin wood. Every upstairs neighbor letting their cabinets bang closed, making “thudthudthudthud” echo through my room while they toss pots and pans in the same cabinets carelessly. Shared kitchen that’s an automatically closing door with a heavy spring and up the stairs. Can’t use the window sometimes in the summer due to a neighbors grill blowing smoke into the room at random, while they go against city code by using said grill half a foot away from the structure. Had to seal a massive hole under the cabinets and along trim of the cabinets due to a neighbor in the other side of the complex blowing their weed smoke into the structure and right into my room. Before sealing the place yourself: you better believe you’re getting a few carpet beetles that are gonna fuck up your clothes. Tiny sink that you can barely clean a damn thing in, and no sink in the bathroom so you have to shave over the same fucking sink where you wash food and clean things, or just over the toilet because someone decided that’s where a bathroom mirror/cabinet should be. The plumbing from upper units going straight down until right behind my bathroom, so flushes from above get loud as fuck. A goddamn sliding door to the bathroom too? What kind of braindead sack of shit suggests putting a sliding door to a bathroom that goes RIGHT OVER A FUCKING WALL OUTLET. Want an outlet in the bathroom to charge your shaver? Fuck you, use the 2.5 square feet of counter space where you meal prep or dry dishes. Poor room design making me use a twin mattress that was stuck between two walls. Pre-installed shelving half-usable because it was blocked by pre-installed shelving. Bathroom fan that was on 24/7 by design, constantly pulling in air from the stinky stairwell. Junkies roaming fucking everywhere as soon as you leave the property. Constantly fucked up laundry machines since people are fucking stupid, or them leaving their shit in one of the 4 machines for several hours while all of the others are fucking full. Oh, and no, there are no laundromats because properly values have been completely fucked by shitty fucking investment companies that build cramped and overpriced apartment complexes. Want a front office? Fuck you. Want a reasonable building manager? Nah, he’s a worthless sack of shit that sees your growing anger at living in a shithole as being “problematic.” Quiet hours? Fuck em. Your neighbors are most likely fucking troglodytes that don’t give a SINGLE FUCK.

All of this goddamn bullshit in the joy of 150 goddamn square feet. I can’t believe I held out 5 years losing my mind there, through all the fucking sleepless nights. Hope the place gets hit with a fucking meteor.

I have two from the many I’ve had and I’ll let you decide which was worse.

1: lived on 3rd floor. Found out that the neighbor across the hall was found dead from suicide a few weeks before we moved in. Neighbor below in 2nd floor regularly had all night parties. Got so fucked upon drugs they took a hammer to the walls and plumbing which flooded the entire 2nd and first floors.

A few weeks later they ordered pizza, murdered the driver with a hammer and pillow and stole the $50 they had plus their $1000 car. I think she got life in prison and the guy with her got some other deal.

2: many years later moved into a cheap apartment close to work when the previous place jacked rent up almost 100% with only a months notice. No a/c. The windows had no screens but we a really odd shape. The walls had drywall but it had been removed to expose the brick, but that left a gap at the ceiling. That’s how rats and mice would fall in. Also roaches. The fridge was brand new but full size, which blocked half of the entrance to the kitchen. The neighbor across from me would catch their mice on sticky traps and out set them out in front of their door, right next to their garbage sacks that they would leave for days. This was somewhat understandable because the garbage bin for the building was too small and always overflowing.

Just some german cockroaches. They won the war.

Right on the motorway, didnt sleep when I was there, preferred to sleep under my desk at work.

It got so cold the curtains would freeze to the window. The only heater (electric, would set anything near it on fire) was so old, the antiques roadshow would have paid me a fortune for it.

Also, one of the girls I shared it with would wander around high with a bare chest, for some reason. Her boyfriend would scream and bang on the door at 3am.

Another house mate had a certified Nazi boyfriend who hated me (immigrant) and talked the others into evicting me purely for being foreign. Abusive bastard, got married to house mate later on, I’m sure that didn’t end well.

It was both best and worst since I’ve only lived in one apartment in my life

It was actually a pretty nice apartment, I might still happily be there if they hadn’t kept jacking up the rent every year.

But I had some complaints

The kitchen was ridiculously tiny, and one of the cabinets couldn’t open all the way because it hit an overhead light fixture. We actually pointed that out when we first viewed the apartment (it had recently had some light renovations and that was obviously an oversight) and to their credit they installed a smaller fixture before we moved it. It still got in the way and the cabinet didn’t open 100% but it opened wide enough to get anything you needed in and out.

The bathroom vent fans definitely shared ductwork with other units, and someone along that vent liked to sing in the shower. We also occasionally heard her yelling at her kids. We didn’t mind that so much, it’s kind of part of living in an apartment that sometimes you’re going to hear what your neighbors are doing, it was usually more funny than anything, but it was a little weird the first time we heard someone singing from our bathroom.

The people above us liked to vacuum at like 10am on a Sunday. Not too unreasonable I suppose, but I worked night shift and it could be a little annoying from time to time when I was trying to sleep

They also had some kind of water leak one time that fucked up our ceilings a bit, and it also leaked right into our circuit breaker causing some electrical issues. No serious damage done though, and again they were quick to repair it.

When we moved out, our roommate discovered that the window in his room was leaky, which had caused some mold and water damage in his room. He never noticed it until then because of how he had some furniture placed along that wall.

There really wasn’t any decent spot to have any sort of a proper dining table, at least not if you also wanted to have a couch and a TV, so we pretty much ate off the coffee table or folding tray tables the whole time we lived there. (The apartment was actually fairly spacious overall, it was just sort of laid out weirdly)

If I count everywhere in the world… When I was growing up, me and my parents ended up renting some absolutely atrocious apartments that were close to where I went to school. The worst one was my middle school apartment… it was a tiny 1-bedroom for the three of us, don’t think it had a real kitchen, AC barely works (actually I couldn’t recall if it even had an AC), toilet clogged every other day, and once in summer the hot water broke down for an extended time and I had to take showers at the swimming pool I visit… To be fair, my parents grew up when China was a 3rd world country, so I guess the 3rd world country haven’t left them at that time

If I only count in the US… It was not that bad per se, but I lived in a shady 500 sqft tiny house next to the one bar in my college town for two years. It definitely felt quite shady and wasn’t exactly quiet at night. I’ve also had issues with the AC/heating and the metal pipe bursting once in winter. This place also gave me a peculiar core memory in college… I used to have a bucket by the front door to wash my car; once my school’s football team had a big victory, and the next morning the bucket was just gone

Also honorable mentions to my AirBnB adventures when I was younger… which includes once when I saw my landlord being put under house arrest as I was returning to the bnb, once when I think I shared a place with a drug dealer, and once I managed to get myself homeless in NYC at 3am in the morning because the host didn’t give me the room code & I couldn’t get in the building