When the eviction notice finally came, my friend thought the worst was over. He was wrong. The tenants agreed to move out within two weeks. But when he walked through the front door after they left, it was like stepping into a nightmare. The carpet was ruined, with deep stains and an overwhelming smell of pet urine. Cabinet doors hung from broken hinges. The hardwood floor had fresh gouges. In the kitchen, the fridge was unplugged and full of rotting food. It wasn’t just the damage — it was the sheer disregard for someone else’s home. My friend took photos for the insurance claim, but the payout barely covered a fraction of the repairs. Neighbors later told him they had seen strangers coming and going in the final days, carrying boxes, sometimes late at night. No one knew exactly what was taken. It took weeks to make the house livable again. By the time the last repair was done, my friend had spent thousands out of pocket. Now, he screens every tenant twice. He adds detailed clauses to his lease and never ignores early warning signs. Perfect tenants, he learned, only exist until the rent is due. #House #landlord #RentalDrama