Why I am no longer a landlord

                     





         So I just became a landlord of this apartment complex I inherited from my Aunt who just recently passed away. She died of lung cancer and didnt have any children and being her favorite niece I got her complex. I debated with my mom whether or not if I should just sell it and continue with college but my mom wanted me to try my hand at keeping her sisters business running in memory of my Aunt. I agreed since all the hard stuff of being a landlord was already done for the most part, all I had to do was collect rent and send in repairmen when needed. It was easy enough, in fact, I made more money in the 4 months I ran the place than I did a year working full time. It was great! Of course I had to pester people to pay their rent from time to time but many of the people staying there were fairly old and I hardly had an issue. One of my best tenants, however, started complaining about the floor above him. Just the usual stuff like loud noises at late hours but he claimed it sounded as if he had a workshop up there. I found the room and approached the door as I usually did. To my surprise an old couple answered the door in the cutest fashion. They were both wearing nice older clothes and both very sweet. I told them about the complaint and they apologized and invited me in. Sure enough they had a workshop but interestingly enough they made furniture. Really cute furniture actually. They had a room with saws and sanders and drills and other typical tools. To my surprise the apartment was impeccable shape despite all the tools. They offered me some tea to which I graciously accepted. I looked around their living room and they had an odd amount of furniture for just two people. But the furniture was so beautiful. I sat down on the couch and the couch was so soft and warm. It was unlike anything I have ever experience, it was as if the couch embraced me like when you hug someone. Once I sat down I realized that I had a pen in my back pocket. I got up to see if I caused any damage to the couch but sure enough there was blood on the couch and on my pants. I felt so bad having stained their beautiful couch! Blood is super hard to get out and I just bled all over this nice couch. I started apologizing and the couple just snapped at me. It was as if a switch just flipped and this cute couple just turned into these wrinkly demons.  I told them that I will pay them for the couch and left to get some money out of the office. Once I was in the office I took off my pants and checked where the pen stabbed me. I was so confused. I checked all over my legs and butt and yet there was not a scratch. I checked my jeans and the only hole was the hole from the pen going out, not in. What is going on here? I called my mom and told her what happened. She told me to call my repair guy and have him take a look at the couch. I called Steve and we went back to the apartment to see if we could assess the damage. I didnt tell Steve that I wasnt stab, I just told him that I ruined a couch. We got to the door and the cute couple was back again. They invited us in and offered us tea once again. I told them that I brought my repair man to check to see what happened. Once we did the couple faces went blank. They looked petrified. I was confused and Steve was in a hurry and I dont think he noticed. He went over to the couch and started working on it. Less than a minute Steve seemed oddly alert and told me he had just the cleaner for this and told me to come with him to get it. I agreed reluctantly and followed him out. The couple just stared at us til we left. Once we were have way to my office he called the police. I asked him what was wrong and he didnt say anything to me but motioned me to be quiet while he was on the phone. Less than 10 minutes about 5 cop cars pulled up kicked the door down and arrested the couple. They taped off the area and I couldnt really see what was going on. The place was now buzzing with police and firetrucks and a few ambulances. I was never so confused in my life. No one would give me a straight answer to what was going on. I watched as they brought out a distorted looking person on a stretcher. My heart sank to my feet as they continued to bring out these mangled looking people out. Almost 20 of them came out of the apartment with their arms and legs distorted and in weird shapes. I got a bit closer and notice that their eyes were gouged and their mouths were sown shut. I couldnt believe it! What was going on here?! I was just in that apartment and I would have noticed these people! Were they stored in a hidden room or in a closet or something?! What did they want with these people? I looked inside the apartment and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized wear they had been keeping these people when I noticed their furniture.  Their furniture .... was .. gone.