When shit hit the fan with my parents, I had to move out.

I was down on my luck living situation-wise, and I could only crash on the couches of my friends

for so long.

I was looking on all the roommate and apartment apps and websites, and I found something that caught my eye on this app.

A man named Luke had listed a room for rent in his three bedroom one-story house.

The rent price was 1,200 a month. He'd basically be my landlord and roommate as he would also be living in the house.

He made sure to note on the ad that he'd be out of the house most of the time and that the renter would have the place to themselves often.

He did put in all capital letters a few ground rules though, including no parties, no large

gatherings, no drinking in the living room, and no use of the basement. They seemed like pretty standard rules.

I went to view the house in person and meet Luke. The second he opened the door, I got a bit of a

read on him, that he was a little reclusive. His demeanor was quiet and a little

awkward. He showed me the house. I could tell he was nervous because his voice would shake and

he would stutter. The bedroom was a good size and the actual floor plan of the house was good. It was an open layout meaning the kitchen, living room and dining room were all one big open space. For 1,000 a month in my area it was a steel. He laid out some more ground rules in person and he

emphasized again how I can't go in the attic or the basement as I used them for

storage only. Sounded fair enough.

On the spot I told him I'm interested.

We shook hands, I left, and two days later I was moving in.

We didn't draft any sort of lease or contract. I was just going to be paying him off the books month to month, the first day of every month.

I had settled in pretty quickly. The bedroom I was renting was already furnished with a bed and basic furniture, so all I did really was hang some of my wall decor and fill the dresser and closet with clothes. lock on it thankfully and he gave me the key to it so I could lock it when he wasn't home

which seemed like a nice gesture at first. Luke never told me what he did for work he just

told me he usually wouldn't be home but I quickly learned that wasn't true.

Any time I'd come home from work, his car was always in the driveway.

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