Turner Park Apartments

One of the worst places I’ve lived in as an adult.
About 4 odd years ago we moved into these apartments and lived in a studio/​1 bedroom. The bedroom itself was technically blocked off with a door, but the closet was attached to the bathroom.
The apartment itself wasn’t any special, at $ 500 a month with all utilities paid, I wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but I expected not to be surrounded by illicit sexual actives, drug dealer, and very creepy HARASSING neighbors.
First thing I discovered upon moving here was my next door neighbor, one of many drug dealers I discovered lived there. He played loud music, sold drugs, and had prostitutes over on a nightly basis. Thankfully he moved out about 2 months after I moved in, so I didn’t have to deal with him after that. The guy that replaced him was creepy, but kept to himself. My neighbor on the other side was obviously a crack whore, and I say that VERY literally. She was usually high on something, she even offered to sell me drugs one night, and she often had a different man or woman there everyday and they would pay her in the hallway, it was very obvious. This lady is important because her boyfriend ended up getting out of jail, showing up at her door and she put him out. He ended up DYING in front of our door. I mean this literally folks. We think she overdosed him, but they ended up ruling it a suicide. (google it if you don’t believe me). About 2 months later her pimp kicked her door down at about 1AM, assaulted a friend who was staying with her, and was never arrested. I ended up giving first aid to her 8 ½ month pregnant friend while my husband called the ambulance.
There was another older dude connected to this lady who mysteriously died of an overdose, but he was elderly and they ruled it an accident. He was down the hall 2 doors from me.
The add to all of this (oh it does get better I assure you) the entire time we lived there we had someone vandalizing our front door, as well as, other ladies doors. They ended up discovering who it was about 2 months before we moved out and never did a dang thing about it, because he was «mentally disturbed». Well right before we moved out, this mentally disturbed man who they didn’t want to evict, set the building on fire THREE TIMES. On purpose mind you, with a grill. The firetrucks were called, they had to evacuate the building. The third time it happened thankfully I was already in my new apartment, but I still had control over my old one. The final straw was when he blocked all the water lines in his apartment with cloth and such, turned ALL the water on and flooded the whole building. I didn’t get to witness this great flood, but I was told there were waterfalls going down the stairs.
The lady who lived under him (a friend at the time) had almost everything in her apartment ruined, so I ended up giving her my sofa so she could sleep on it. They refused to pay her for damages last I knew.
To top it all off I never got my deposit back even though the apartment was in better condition than when I moved in and I never heard from them again. I was so glad to be out of there, I didn’t even bother. We went through 4 manager in the 1 year I lived there, the last there within a 4 month period. I even had to paint the apartment myself (was given permission by the first landlord FYI) because the paint was screwed up, and mind you folks I still have photos of this on my computer as proof.
Maintenance wise, the guy was creepy but nice. He fixed, or tried to fix, things in a relatively quick time. We did have massive black mold in the walls, we discovered, when the whole wall in our bathroom rotted out and they had to replace it. I was without a shower for a week ½.
Oh and they also tried to say we left a burn mark in the closet even though the manager (at the time of move in) acknowledged it herself. I have curly hair folks, I wouldn’t use a curling iron and they knew that. They «conveniently» «lost» my move in sheet and made me re-​fill it in about 4 months into our lease, this was when she tried to accuse me of it and said something along the lines of «oh well we’ll have to see about that».
The owners are no where to be found, I was always told they didn’t speak English. The lady they have managing it now is also VERY rude. When my husband had to fill out forms for the Navy we needed reference from the apartments we used to live at and she refused to speak to me, claimed she had NO RECORD of me ever living there or if they did it would be «filed in a box somewhere» and ended up hanging up on me.
For the love of god a cardboard box would be safer than living here. This isn’t some colorful story, this all honestly happened. When I moved I was so happy because I didn’t wonder anymore if I would get shot in the middle of the night. Talk about a good nights sleep.