He Hid Cameras in My Bedroom to Blackmail Me. Cops Showed Up 5 Minutes Later
Chapter 1: The Eviction Notice
I found the pink slip taped to my apartment door at 7:03 a.m.
“30 DAYS TO VACATE,” it screamed in all caps. My coffee slipped right out of my hand.
“Maya, you up?” My roommate Jess knocked once, then barged in anyway. Her mascara was already running.
“Landlord just stopped by. He says we’re done. Like, evicted done.”
I stared at the paper. Rent was paid. Every. Single. Month.
“What the hell, Jess? We didn’t do anything!”
She shoved her phone in my face. A TikTok was playing — our apartment, our living room, and a caption: “POV: You rent to party girls who trash the place #landlordnightmare.”
400k views.
The video showed beer cans, a broken TV, and someone spray-painting the wall.
Problem was… that wasn’t our apartment.
“That’s Unit 4B,” I whispered. “We’re 4C.”
Jess’s face went white. “Maya… I think I know who posted it.”
She flipped the phone. The username on the screen made my stomach drop: @Tyler_The_Manager.
Tyler. My ex. The building manager. The guy I dumped last month after I caught him texting his “cousin” at 2 a.m.
My phone buzzed. Text from unknown number:
“Leave quietly, or I post the rest. You have 30 days.”
May you like
I looked at Jess. She looked at me.
Then we heard the deadbolt on the front door click… from the outside.
To be continued…
