When I was in uni, I shared a place with three other guys. Place was ok, but the landlord was a total dick.

Case in point: I was coming back with my g/f after a few drinks one night. It had been raining, and when we stepped inside to head downstairs, we realized the hall light had burned out. As my g/f gingerly started making her way down the linoleum (?!) stairs. Next thing I hear is a wet snapping sound and then her scream. She had snapped her Achilles tendon. We had to wait three agonizing hrs at the hospital before a doctor could see her.

When I passed this on to the landlord, he wasn't concerned in the least and simply referred me to his insurance company.

I vowed revenge.

Fast forward a few months later. He decided the rental gig wasn't for him and decided to sell. He made the mistake of telling us (tenants) every time he was bringing interested buyers to see the place, and every time I had made sure there were masking tape body outlines in various rooms.

He didn't sell the place for the year that I was there.