Mold.

A “carriage house”, in the backyard of some rich couple who were the landlords. I split it with a buddy. Open holes to the outside that we patched with duct tape. The entire thing listed to one side. It smelled like mold. Zero insulation or climate control of any kind. Landlord still stole food from our fridge when we were away.

My first apartment was pretty cheap, for very good reasons.

-18 sq meters.

-Heating appliance really too big, with a very loudy ignition, and nearly impossible to keep on during windy weather.

-It was under the roof and the intercom did not work, so i had to get down all the stairs to know who just ringed to me.

-The floor cracked at every step.

-My direct neighbor were borderline-rednecks.

Racoon sex attic house.

piss and nicotine soaked walls that, after a hot shower, would be running sticky yellow.

The back wall of the house was slowly separating from the rest of the house. There was a 1cm gap where the wall met the ceiling in the back room.

The back yard was rocks and 4ft tall weeds. I cut them all down with a combo of machete and weed Wacker day one and a year later that pile of weeds had yet to decompose. It was just a huge wet pile of slime that refused to rot away.

Neighbors had about 7 webcams pointing out of their front window at whoever walked past the house. They had bible phrases painted on the fence and front of the house as well. I walked over to say hi a few days after moving in an no one ever answered the door. In three years, I saw an occupant of that house ONCE, which was a teenager that knocked on my door at 3am to ask me if I had a lighter. I watched him walk back to that house after I said no.