Carol Moran
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Philadelphia, PA

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*She may have used a false name, she had...
*She may have used a false name, she had an abandoned house as the address to send rent checks to. She is about 45-60 years old, white, short strawberry blonde hair that's frizzed out and grayed, glasses, and a scrunchy face that you just can't trust. This lady seemed fine at first, but lo and behold she started getting weirder and weirder. I started getting random phone calls from her, pocket dials, and she'd be laughing like crazy and speaking gibberish to a bunch of other people laughing as well. This happened a few times and I just hung up after a bit. We'll come back to that later. -There was no fridge when I moved in, I had to threaten tenant rights to get her to get one. -The door to my apartment didn't have a doorknob, just a dead bolt -When winter came, the heat didn't work. turned on the pilot light myself in the basement, and it still wouldn't work. I asked her to fix it multiple times, to which her response was almost always, just turn up the thermostat. I put it full blast and no heat, I was freezing for 2 months in December and January. I just stayed over at a friend's house as much as possible to not freeze to death. Literally I'd wake up with my breath in the air. Then she told ME to call PGW to order their Parts and Services plan, which she said she paid for, but when I called they said she hadn't renewed for 2 years, so essentially she tried to trick me into paying for her landlord responsibility. Finally she got it fixed at the end of January. But then it wouldn't get any less hot than 90 degrees everytime I turned it on. THEN, the freakin radiator started leaking, and it took her 2 weeks to get people to come fix it. Mind you, the floor, like so many Philly houses, dips into the center, so all the water would just run into the middle and make a floor puddle in the middle of the living room. Being in school all day, I'd come home to that for 2 weeks. -It would take a week sometimes for her to respond to texts, and after november she just stopped answering calls. Turns out she got a new number and didn't tell me until she absolutely had to at the end of January for the heater thing. Then the weird pocket dials happened again every so often. -Finally, I was moving out. I told her what was up, where to meet me at my new address to exchange keys and security deposit. She dodges my texts and calls until 5 days after the moveout. So I took her couch for collateral as I still had the keys. Finally she called me back. Showed up at my new apartment with her teenage son to try and threaten me (the kid knew his mom was a lunatic) and then after we agreed to exchange things and I put the couch in her truck, she said, "I'll give you half the security deposit (300 out of 625, which was just 3 crumpled up hundred bills) for making me come out here to get my furniture". I was not having that, so I said no, and went off on her on how ridiculous that was, even her son was telling her that it was her fault. SIDEBAR- while I was loading the couch into her truck, she was sitting in the driver's seat and talking gibberish to her self and breathing very heavily. So finally she just says no and speeds off in the truck almost running me over in the process. -I call the police, file a police report, call her to tell her I'm getting that money back. She responds that she's gonna file a police report for me ASSAULTING HER. AINT THAT LIKE A WHITE WOMAN. When I didn't even touch her, not even to shake hands. When I tried to follow up on the address that I sent rent checks to, the police said it was an abandoned house. Most likely her phone number has changed 10 times since this situation. In conclusion- she was most definitely an addict, most likely ***** or opioids, what with her erratic behavior, the weird hysterical laughing phone calls, lack of any decent amount of money to get things done, even though she was getting 1500 in rent every month from her tenants, at least, and the poor judgment of using her teenage son to try to threaten me (i'm twice his size). 3220 West Oxford St, 19121 was the address. I don't know if she had any other properties but I highly doubt it.
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