Curbed Horror Stories are firsthand reader reports about terrible NYC apartment experiences past and present. This week, in honor of Renters Week, we're having a rental horror story showdown. We'll post one or two horror stories 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 tips@curbed.com, if you please.
"A few years ago I rented a beautiful one-bedroom duplex in a converted nunnery on Manhattan's Upper East Side. I lived in apartment #2B. A few months after moving in my bell was constantly being rung by strange men, some of whom would show up and say they have an appt. I quickly figured out that new tenants had moved into apartment #2G across the hall and by tenants I mean hookers.
Furious, I went over, banged on the door and several Asian women who did not speak English answered, my dachshund ran in and I rang in to get him seeing all sorts of nudity and sex acts.
I called the management company numerous times but they did absolutely nothing and even suggested I get rid of my dog to avoid hooker run-ins.
I called 911 but there wasn't much they could do because by the time they arrived the john would be safely inside the hooker haven. For months I was going crazy having my bell rung and having to go up in the elevator with men looking for a good time.
Finally I got in touch with the right department and they did a sting operation. Near the end of my lease and by lease I mean sentence, they busted up the ring of hookers and it turns out they were also an identity theft ring.
A few weeks after a drug dealer with three pitbulls moved in next door instead. I broke my lease and left."
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