Where to begin? I should have known from the start moving here would be a bad idea. When we saw the house, shown by the landlord's son-in-law (Aaron), the pool was a complete toxic pit and we were told the last tenants stole two generators and the oven - little did I know they were TOTALLY in the right to do so and deserved even more. Within the first few weeks the landlord (who lived across the street....) would pop over to rake up leaves, install new sprinkler heads or other random stuff. It was very inconvenient and never announced beforehand, she would just show up. One day she was raking leaves and I told her the dogs were outside and to not open the gate, what did she do? She opened the gate and all my dogs went running down the road and thank goodness I heard them barking far away and was able to get them all but she had no apology or understanding of what she did wrong. But that wasn't nearly the worst of what happened to us here. About one month into our 1-year lease the roof in the back sun room started leaking. We immediately informed the landlord and within days she came over to look at it and assured us it would be fixed quickly. On May 15th we informed her. By June 15th we had no solution to the problem and black toxic mold began to grow. We sealed off the room. We offered every possible solution - having a family friend contractor do the repairs at cost, paying for the repairs ourself and then being reimbursed through rent. We were literally the ideal and best tenants we could have been. She would text me out of nowhere to bring people over and while we can plan around things but we can't drop everything just because it's convenient for her and no warning for us - finally we coordinated and a roofer came. Weeks later on June 27th I contacted her again, all the permits had been approved (I could see online) but no work began. I sent her a long message about everything and received no reply. At this point I decided to pursue legal action. I sent a letter to our landlord stating if nothing happened in the next two weeks we would be repairing the roof and taking the cost out of our rent. Days after I mailed it I realized one part of the letter was incorrect so I went to the post office to see if it had been delivered and it had not so they returned it to me. This is where stuff got REALLY bad. The landlord's daughters showed up at my house totally unannounced (while I was in the middle of a family emergency) and demanded I return the package I had "stolen from Diane". I had no idea what they were talking about, long story short by the time I figured out it was the letter I had taken back from the post office I had yelled and told them to "get the f*** off my property" among other choice words... I gave them the letter, they still refused to leave and I had to call the police. Finally the cops coming forced them to leave, but they communicated to Diane and everyone else that I was a psychopath that was going to kill their children...even though I had never made one threatening remark, I had only asked them to leave. The cops said my best course of action would be to move out and not fight this further. This was during my senior year of college and I was working on a massive thesis, the timing could not have been worse. I was in the most stressful time period of my life from school and they added extreme amounts of stress on top. The day we moved out was insane. The landlord showed up for 5 minutes, didn't say one word to me and refused to sign a document I created saying neither side would sue each other. Her husband was the only one that communicated with me. He said our intent was malicious from the start, he said we were growing marijuana (totally out of no where and ABSOLUTELY insane), he said I was the meanest and worst person he had ever met... I was 21 when we lived here, I led a pretty privileged life but being here for only 4 months those were the worst 4 months of my life. They refused to give us back a dime from our $500 deposit. It didn't feel worth fighting after everything we went through, I wanted to be rid of these people and could only hope karma would come back and get them. So now briefly back to the beginning - the last tenants I learned had to deal with the same issue and that's why they stole everything (because their security deposit was kept from them too, and they were forced to move out when the roof was not fixed). We didn't steal anything and we left everything in perfect condition, but that's not to say these people would not have deserved us destroying their house completely - because they destroyed my life for the time we were there. Still to this day, 3 years later, I have a large amount of rage and anger inside me for these people. Please for the sake of your own sanity stay away, stay far, far, far away from these people.