here's a story...
i was staying in this run down apartment complex ran buy this christian guy. he was a really nice man and used these apartments as what he called his "ministry". prostitutes, crackheads and the homeless combed the four streets that surrounded this building. he used the location of this building in an attempt to help the less fortunate, and i will say his intentions were genuine. he wasn't a slum lord or anything like that, but i digress.
There was a homeless woman with 3 kids sitting at a bus stop just waiting for handouts. He saw her and offered her an apartment free-of-charge. He simply asked that she try to get on her feet during her stay. He offered her all the help in the world to do that, as well. She said OK. Well, she moves in to the apartment directly across from mine. He informs me and my wife of her situation, so we decided to help with what we could. Furniture was donated by other tenants, clothes and so forth.
We grabbed what we could. The lady had a little girl, so we gathered some stuff of my daughter's and toys for the little boys. When my wife took the items over to her, the woman took one look at my wife, snatched the items from her hands and slammed the door in her face.
My wife told me and I was like fuck that bitch, but I felt sorry for her kids, so I didn't trip. Anyways, a few days later this lady and her kids vanish. No trace, she left everything that was given to her in the apartment and on top of that she left a thick, sticky film coated all over everything. The walls, ceiling, floors, cabinets, furntiure, toys...EVERYTHING.
This bitch was like a pod person or something and sprayed her inhuman mucus all over every sqaure inch of that place.
That wasn't even the worst part. Being that we were in a dirty ass apartment with dirty ass people in a dirty ass neighborhood, I was surprised that this building didn't have a bug problem. No roaches at all, but the night they opened up her doors and found the sticky goo, is the night I fled my own home in fear.
Around 10:00pm that evening, I saw a single roach crawl across my coffee table. First instinct was to kill it, and I did. Then my wife pointed out another; killed it. Again and again. I started to get a little unerved because this wasn't ordinary. I turned on the living room light to see where they were coming from. From undernethe my front door, roaches were pouring and spreading up the walls. It looked lie something from the Amityville Horror. This shit was surreal. My cream-colored walls had turned black and were moving.
I tried to kill what I could, there were just too many. My wife went to check on my daughter. The bugs had begun climbing on her bed and blankets. They were swarming on us like we were prey. They began to drop off the ceiling.
My wife said there was no way in hell she was staying, especiallyy with our kid there. We grabbed a few things and fled. As we were leaving, we saw the source. The homless lady's apartment doors were wide open and migrating from her place to ours.
We moved out after that, but thanks to an ungrateful mucus-spewing roach lady we improved our situation 100-fold.
They never found out what happened to her, and they never got rid of the bugs in that building.
i was staying in this run down apartment complex ran buy this christian guy. he was a really nice man and used these apartments as what he called his "ministry". prostitutes, crackheads and the homeless combed the four streets that surrounded this building. he used the location of this building in an attempt to help the less fortunate, and i will say his intentions were genuine. he wasn't a slum lord or anything like that, but i digress.
There was a homeless woman with 3 kids sitting at a bus stop just waiting for handouts. He saw her and offered her an apartment free-of-charge. He simply asked that she try to get on her feet during her stay. He offered her all the help in the world to do that, as well. She said OK. Well, she moves in to the apartment directly across from mine. He informs me and my wife of her situation, so we decided to help with what we could. Furniture was donated by other tenants, clothes and so forth.
We grabbed what we could. The lady had a little girl, so we gathered some stuff of my daughter's and toys for the little boys. When my wife took the items over to her, the woman took one look at my wife, snatched the items from her hands and slammed the door in her face.
My wife told me and I was like fuck that bitch, but I felt sorry for her kids, so I didn't trip. Anyways, a few days later this lady and her kids vanish. No trace, she left everything that was given to her in the apartment and on top of that she left a thick, sticky film coated all over everything. The walls, ceiling, floors, cabinets, furntiure, toys...EVERYTHING.
This bitch was like a pod person or something and sprayed her inhuman mucus all over every sqaure inch of that place.
That wasn't even the worst part. Being that we were in a dirty ass apartment with dirty ass people in a dirty ass neighborhood, I was surprised that this building didn't have a bug problem. No roaches at all, but the night they opened up her doors and found the sticky goo, is the night I fled my own home in fear.
Around 10:00pm that evening, I saw a single roach crawl across my coffee table. First instinct was to kill it, and I did. Then my wife pointed out another; killed it. Again and again. I started to get a little unerved because this wasn't ordinary. I turned on the living room light to see where they were coming from. From undernethe my front door, roaches were pouring and spreading up the walls. It looked lie something from the Amityville Horror. This shit was surreal. My cream-colored walls had turned black and were moving.
I tried to kill what I could, there were just too many. My wife went to check on my daughter. The bugs had begun climbing on her bed and blankets. They were swarming on us like we were prey. They began to drop off the ceiling.
My wife said there was no way in hell she was staying, especiallyy with our kid there. We grabbed a few things and fled. As we were leaving, we saw the source. The homless lady's apartment doors were wide open and migrating from her place to ours.
We moved out after that, but thanks to an ungrateful mucus-spewing roach lady we improved our situation 100-fold.
They never found out what happened to her, and they never got rid of the bugs in that building.
