When I returned from my trip, I found all my things tossed on the lawn with a note: “Basement or nothing.” Instead, I vanished into my hidden apartment—and never paid them another cent. Half a year later, they came knocking, desperate to live with me....When my flight landed, I grabbed a taxi straight home. But as soon as we pulled into the driveway, I knew something was wrong. My clothes, books, and personal belongings were stuffed into black trash bags and dumped unceremoniously on the lawn. I