"Prove It," My Landlord Whispered After Flooding My House — One City Record Proved Everything...

Описание: I stood in my kitchen, ankle-deep in freezing cold water, watching my brand-new area rug float toward the dining room like a discarded raft. The sound was the worst part—a heavy, rhythmic glug-glug-glug coming from behind the wall, followed by a wet explosion of gray water bursting out of the washer hookup.

"Turn it off! Dad, turn the water off!" I screamed.

My dad scrambled for the shut-off valve, his boots splashing through the mess. When the silence finally hit, it was heavy. We both stared at the back of the washer. That’s when my dad pulled the drain pipe away from the wall and shone a flashlight into the opening.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he whispered.

"What is it?" I stepped over a floating shoe to get a look.

"It’s not a clog, Mark. Someone stuffed a thick rubber plug down this pipe and sealed it with industrial glue. This wasn't an accident. This was intentional."

My landlord had told me the hookups were in perfect working order. He’d looked me in the eye and lied while knowing that the moment I did my first load of laundry, I’d drown my own house. And that’s when I realized: I wasn't just living in a rental. I was living in a trap

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Six months earlier, I thought I’d found the perfect "starter" house. It was a small two-bedroom bungalow with a tiny yard and a porch that needed a little love. The landlord, a guy named Miller, was a "no-nonsense" type. Or at least, that’s how he described himself.