a group of entitled squatters steal my brother's house and refuse to leave against all odds.

This led to a several-month battle to try and get this house back,

all while dealing with corrupt cops and terrible judges. Here's what happened.

So several years ago, my brother Dan moved from California to Washington state and built a

three-bedroom house on one of two parcels of land that he had bought when he was 18 years old.

He lived in a nice community with a small lake in an HOA. During the 2008 economic crash,

he ran into financial trouble, so he stepped in and helped him. To repay us for the help,

in March of 2016, he came down to California for an extended period to work on our house,

which wasn't neglected because of helping him. He was very proficient in renovating houses

and did fantastic work. In November, my brother's friend Jake called him up and asked if a friend of

his by the name of Tuna could stay in one of the rooms for $400 a month. Dan had worked for many

years with Jake, doing construction for a house flipper, so he trusted Jake's judgment and he

needed the money and thought it might be good to have someone trustworthy there to watch his house.

Dan drove back up to Washington, cleaned out a room, put a lock on his bedroom door,

locked the door, and put some of his things in a storage area up out of the way in the garage.

Tuna seemed nice and gave Dan $400 for the first month, but there was never a written rental agreement.

It was just a verbal one and it was meant to be temporary because Dan was going to return in

six months, but as you can probably guess, Tuna never sent another payment. We would call and we

would ask her and she always said that it had been sent, but nothing ever arrived, so it begged

the question of what was going on at his house. Pretty quickly, we pieced together that something

sketchy was happening there. After Dan's neighbor called him up, the neighbors complained that the

house had been turned into a place where you can buy illegal substances, if you know what I mean,

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