Well, the first apartment I had was in an old building. The walls were super thin. I could hear my neighbors arguing all the time. It was like they were in my living room. There was also this strange smell that would come from the vents. I think it was because of the old ductwork. I ended up moving out after a few months because I just couldn't stand it anymore.
Well, in my first apartment, there was a constant leak in the bathroom. Every time I took a shower, water would seep through the floor and into the downstairs neighbor's ceiling. It was so embarrassing and I had to constantly deal with the angry neighbor and the unresponsive landlord.
Sure. One horror story was that the walls were so thin. I could hear every single argument my neighbors had, and they were really loud and often had fights late at night. It made it really hard to sleep.
In my NYC apartment, the neighbors were the horror. They would have loud parties every night. The music was blaring until the early hours of the morning. I complained to the building management several times, but it took them forever to do anything about it. I lost so much sleep during that time.
In my old apartment, the heating system was always breaking down during the winter. The maintenance guy would come, tinker around for a bit, and leave. But the problem would just come back. One time, we had no heat for almost a week. It was freezing. We were constantly begging the management to fix it properly but they seemed more interested in just doing quick, temporary fixes.
One horror story I've heard is about an apartment manager who would constantly enter tenants' units without proper notice. He claimed it was for 'inspections' but would move things around and even take small items. Tenants felt violated but were afraid to complain as they didn't want to get evicted.
Mold growth is another horror story. I had it in my first apartment. It started growing in the bathroom and then spread to the bedroom. It was not only ugly but also a health hazard. I had to scrub it off regularly and keep the place well - ventilated.
One of my first date horror stories was when the guy took me to a really noisy and crowded bar. He then proceeded to get drunk very quickly and started slurring his words and being overly touchy. It was so uncomfortable that I made an excuse and left early.
One of my first date horror stories was when the guy took me to a really noisy and crowded bar. He then spent the whole time talking to his friends who were there and barely paid any attention to me. It was so awkward.
Mine was the crazy mood swings. One minute I was happy, the next I was crying over the smallest thing. It drove my partner nuts.
My first time horror story was when I got lost in a big forest. I was hiking with friends, but we got separated. As it started to get dark, every little sound made me jump. I heard strange howls and rustling in the bushes. I was so scared, thinking there might be wild animals. I just huddled behind a tree and prayed until I heard my friends calling for me.