Curbed Horror Stories are firsthand reader reports about terrible Detroit apartment experiences past and present. This week, in honor of Renters' Week, we're having a rental horror story showdown. We'll post one horror story each day with a vote for the best on Thursday. The winner will advance to the national round of our network-wide contest. Horror stories to firstname.lastname@example.org, if you please.
What follows is a reader account, our second one of the week.
As a first time renter, I saw my Midtown apartment and fell in love with it at first sight. Plus it was close to Wayne State and only a few minutes away from class. First, I moved in my bedroom furniture and bathroom things, and then after a few days of take-out, I figured it was time to get the kitchen ready. After making my first big-kid grocery trip, I began to upload necessities.
After just plugging the fridge in, I opened it and realized that all the food from the previous renter was left over, and even better... the fridge has been unplugged for over a month. As I opened the fridge door, rice grains fell out on the kitchen floor. Did I say rice? Oh, I meant maggots. Not only were they in the fridge, but under as well.
The entire floor under the fridge was rotting due to water damage from a poorly defrosting refrigerator and of course, puddles of maggots were thriving. Two gallons of bleaches and countless phone calls for pep-talks from the parents later, I cleaned up the maggots, since my landlord said he would take care of them in two to three weeks. To this day, I cannot eat rice.
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