Man Rented His Apartment to a Sweet Old Couple – When They Moved Out, He Was Shocked By What He Found Inside
When I first rented my apartment to Hans and Greta, a sweet old couple with warm smiles and charming accents, I thought I’d found the perfect tenants. But when they moved out, I was plunged into a mystery that would shatter my trust and lead to an unbelievable twist.
Hans and Greta seemed like the sweetest couple I had ever encountered. Late seventies, gentle manners, and warm smiles that could melt the coldest heart.
Hans had a neat silver mustache that twitched when he laughed, and Greta had this kind, motherly demeanor. They spoke with curious accents that I couldn’t quite place, a mix of something European and quaint.
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“I hope this apartment will be just right for you,” I said as I showed them around.
“It’s perfect,” Greta replied with a smile. “Just like home.”
They moved in smoothly, and for the entire year they stayed, there were no issues at all. They paid their rent on time, kept the place immaculate, and even left little thank-you notes when I came to check on the property.
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They’d often invite me in for tea, regaling me with stories of their adventures back in the days when they were young. It was hard to imagine a more ideal scenario.
“Thank you so much for letting us stay here, Mark,” Hans said one afternoon. “You’ve been a wonderful landlord.”
“You two have been the best tenants. If only everyone was like you,” I replied, sipping the tea Greta had made. It was chamomile, fragrant and soothing.
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“Do you remember the time we got lost in the Black Forest?” Greta asked Hans, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Oh yes, that was quite the adventure!” Hans laughed. “We were young and foolish, thought we could navigate without a map.”
“Ended up spending the night in a shepherd’s hut,” Greta added, shaking her head.
However, as their lease neared its end, something strange happened. Hans and Greta, usually so calm and measured, seemed to be in a rush to move out.
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They were always in a hurry, packing boxes and arranging things in a frenzy. When I asked if everything was okay, they assured me with those same warm smiles that everything was fine.
“Just some family matters,” Greta explained. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure? You both seem quite frantic,” I pressed, concerned.
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“It’s all good, Mark. Just some urgent family issues. We’ll miss this place, though,” Hans said, patting my shoulder reassuringly.
The day they moved out, they handed me the keys with an extra firm handshake and an apology for their sudden departure. I wished them well, feeling a bit sad to see them go.
“Thank you for everything, Mark. We hope to see you again someday,” Greta said, giving me a gentle hug.
“Take care, both of you,” I replied, waving as they left.
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The next day, I went to inspect the apartment, expecting to find it in the same pristine condition they had kept it. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, but what I saw made me gasp in shock.
There was no floor. The hardwood planks that had been there were completely gone, leaving only the bare concrete underneath. I stood there, stunned, trying to process what had happened.
“Where the hell is the floor?” I muttered to myself, pacing around the empty rooms.
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I took out my phone, snapped a photo of the empty floor, and sent them a text.
“What happened to the floor?” I asked, attaching the photo.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a reply. It was from Hans.
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“Oh dear, we are so sorry for the confusion! In the Netherlands, it is a tradition to take the floor with you when you move out. We assumed it was the same here. We were in such a rush because our granddaughter had just given birth and needed our help with the baby, and we didn’t have time to explain. We hope this hasn’t caused too much trouble. Please let us make it up to you. Come visit us in the Netherlands, and we will show you our beautiful country. With love, Hans and Greta.”
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I read the message a couple of times, my disbelief slowly turning into a surprised grin. It was such a peculiar tradition, but it did make sense of everything. They hadn’t intended any harm; they were just adhering to a custom from their country.
The urgency in their departure was as sincere and heartfelt as they had always seemed, or so I thought.
I chuckled and replied, “I appreciate the explanation. I’ll need to replace the floor here, but no hard feelings. Maybe I will take you up on that offer to visit. Best wishes to you and your family.”
But something nagged at me. A tradition to take the floor, really? I decided to investigate further. I contacted a friend who was a private investigator and told him the whole story. He agreed to look into it.
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A week later, he called me with some shocking news.
“Mark, you won’t believe this,” he said. “Hans and Greta aren’t who they claimed to be. They’re part of a sophisticated scam targeting landlords, stealing valuable items and leaving with the impression of an innocent mistake. Those floorboards? They’re worth a small fortune.”
“What?” I retorted. “How could they do this? I checked their credentials thoroughly, everything was above board. They had valid residential visas, good credit histories, and no criminal records.”
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“They’re professionals,” my friend continued. “They move from city to city, targeting kind-hearted landlords like you. Their M.O. involves taking high-value items that can be easily sold.”
I was stunned. “I can’t believe it. They seemed so genuine, so… kind.”
“That’s how they get you,” he said. “They build trust and then take advantage of it.”
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“We’ve tracked them down,” my friend continued. “They’re planning to sell the stolen floorboards at a high-end antique market. We can set up a sting operation to catch them in the act.”
“Let’s do it,” I said, determined to see justice served.
The plan was simple. We’d catch them in the act of selling the stolen wood. My friend, posing as a buyer, approached Hans and Greta, who were busy setting up their stall with various antique items, including my floorboards.
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“Excuse me,” my friend said. “I’m interested in those floorboards. They look exquisite.”
Hans smiled. “Ah, yes. Fine Dutch craftsmanship. We know because we are from the Netherlands ourselves. This is very rare, very valuable timber.”
“How much are you asking?” my friend inquired.
“For you, a special price,” Hans replied, naming a figure that made my P.I. friend’s eyes widen in surprise.
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As the transaction was about to go through, police officers moved in, as coordinated, surrounding the stall.
“Hands up! You’re under arrest for theft and fraud,” one officer barked.
Hans and Greta looked shocked but didn’t resist as they were handcuffed and led away. I watched from a distance, feeling satisfied, but also sorrowful. How could I have misjudged the character of these people so spectacularly?
The floorboards were recovered, and they turned out to be imported wood worth a fortune. In the weeks that followed, I had the floor replaced, and life returned to normal. But I often thought about Hans and Greta, the weird, invented tradition they had conned me with, and also their seemingly unwavering kindness.
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A month later, I received a letter. It was from the real Hans and Greta in the Netherlands. They had had their identities stolen by the criminal gang, who had hired imposters to pose as them. They had been contacted by Interpol and made aware of the crime.
They invited me to visit the Netherlands and experience their genuine hospitality. “Dear Mark, we are so sorry for what happened. We hope you can find it in your heart to visit us and see the real Netherlands and meet its true people. With love, Hans and Greta.”
I sat back, letter in hand, contemplating the experience. Trust is a fragile thing, I thought, but also incredibly powerful when placed in the right people. Maybe one day, I would visit the real Hans and Greta and rebuild my faith in trust and humanity.
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My Husband Went to Live with His Best Friend Because Our Newborn Was “Too Loud” – I Made Sure He Regretted It
Alice can’t believe her husband Jake has left her and their newborn Lily because he claims their baby is “too loud.” Alone and overwhelmed, Alice turns to his mother for help, determined to show Jake the consequences of his selfishness. With Barbara’s support, Alice plans to make him regret his decision. What is she and Barbara going to do?
I held Lily close, her warm breath a gentle caress against my chest. The living room was shrouded in silence, save for the rhythmic creak of my rocking chair.
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My mind raced with all the tasks still waiting for me. I was exhausted from washing dishes, yet I cherished these quiet moments with my baby girl. I knew I had to make time to rock her to sleep.
Lily had been with us for just a few weeks. Those weeks were a blur of beautiful chaos and relentless fatigue.
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My days revolved around caring for Lily — feeding her, changing diapers, and trying to keep our home in order. Sleep was a rare luxury, yet every moment with her filled me with gratitude.
At the same time, Jake seemed distant, almost like a shadow in his own home. Even when he was physically present, his mind seemed elsewhere, struggling with the new realities of fatherhood.
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As I held Lily closer, I noticed Jake at the bedroom door, hurriedly packing his clothes into a bag.
“Jake, what are you doing?” I asked, confused.
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“I’m going to stay at Mike’s place for a few weeks,” he replied without looking up.
A knot formed in my stomach. “What? Why?”
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Jake zipped up his bag and finally looked at me. “The baby is too loud. I need time to relax from this mess, Alice! When I come back, you better figure out how to make this place livable again!”
His words felt like a punch. “Jake, you can’t just leave. We have a baby! We need you here!” I said.
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He shrugged, slinging the backpack over his shoulder. “I can’t handle this right now, Alice. I just need some space.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as a plea escaped my lips. “Jake, please, don’t leave us. We need to face this as a family.”
But he shook his head, his expression void of any remorse. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. Just… figure it out,” he said coldly, leaving me shattered by his indifference.
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I looked down at Lily, her tiny face peaceful and unaware of what was happening.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I held her closer, feeling both sad and angry. I knew I had to be strong for her, but at that moment, I felt so alone.
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Jake’s departure left me in shock. How could he just walk away like that? His help had always been minimal, but this abandonment was crushing.
In desperation, I reached for the phone. Help was essential, and there was only one person I could think to call: Jake’s mother, Barbara. We had initially wanted privacy after Lily’s birth, but now, more than ever, I needed support.
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My hands shook as I dialed her number.
Barbara answered after a few rings, her voice cheerful as always. “Hello, Alice! How are you and my sweet granddaughter?”
“Hi, Barbara,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m sorry to call you out of the blue, but I really need your help.”
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Barbara’s tone instantly changed, becoming more serious. “What’s wrong, dear?”
“Jake just left. He said he needs time away and won’t be back for a few weeks. I’m overwhelmed with everything. Can you please come over?”
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There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Of course, Alice. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you, Barbara. I don’t know what else to do!” I replied desperately.
“Hang in there, Alice. We’ll figure this out together,” she consoled me.
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I hung up the phone, feeling a small glimmer of hope. Help was on the way. I looked down at Lily, still peacefully sleeping in my arms.
I kissed her tiny forehead and whispered, “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’ll get through this.”
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I walked over to the couch and sank down, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. As I waited, anxiety gnawed at me.
The thought of asking Barbara to stay felt overwhelming — how could I impose that on her? Yet, the daunting question lingered: how would I manage everything on my own? These worries swirled through my mind as I awaited her arrival.
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I didn’t have any friends who could lend me a hand.
I needed to make a plan and find a way to manage everything on my own if I had to. But at least for tonight, I wouldn’t be alone. Barbara would be here soon, and together, we would figure out what to do next, I reasoned.
The sound of the doorbell broke my thoughts. I stood up, taking a deep breath before opening the door. There stood Barbara.
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I felt a rush of relief as I welcomed her in, knowing that I had made the right call.
“Alice, dear, how are you doing?” she asked, wrapping me in a tight hug.
The floodgates burst open, and I couldn’t control my tears any longer. “Oh, Barbara, it’s been incredibly tough,” I sobbed. “Jake has felt so distant, and now he’s simply walked out on us. He said he needed space and has gone to stay at Mike’s place.”
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Barbara listened, her face growing more serious with every word. I told her about the sleepless nights, the endless chores, and the hurtful words Jake had thrown at me.
She didn’t interrupt; just let me pour out all the pain and frustration I’d been holding in.
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When I finally finished, Barbara’s expression was stern. “Where did he say he was going again?”
“Mike’s house,” I replied, wiping my tears.
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Without a moment’s hesitation, Barbara whipped out her phone. “This is completely unacceptable. He needs to be here, supporting you,” she said, her voice firm with resolve.
I watched, holding my breath, as she quickly dialed Jake’s number. It didn’t take long for him to pick up.
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“Jake, this is your mother! I did not raise a man who acts like this! If you treat your family like strangers, I will do the same to you in my will! Get back home and take responsibility!” she said firmly.
I couldn’t hear Jake’s response, but Barbara’s words were enough. She was furious and determined to teach him a lesson.
As she hung up, she turned back to me, her face softening.
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“Alice, you’re not alone in this. I’ll stay with you tonight and help with Lily. We’ll make a plan in the morning. If that loser doesn’t come home, I will make sure he regrets walking out on his beautiful family for the rest of his goddamn life!”
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Barbara. I didn’t know what else to do.”
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She smiled gently. “We’ll get through this together, Alice. You’re doing a great job. Don’t let Jake’s actions make you think otherwise.”
We spent the rest of the evening taking care of Lily and Barbara also fixed a nice dinner for me. She also took care of the dishes, ensuring I got to rest.
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The next morning, I sat in the living room with her, feeling both anxious and determined. Lily was in my arms, cooing softly, her tiny hands reaching for my face. I smiled down at her, feeling a bit of comfort in her innocent gaze.
Barbara reached over and stroked Lily’s cheek. “She’s beautiful, Alice. You’re doing a great job.”
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“Thank you,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “I just hope Jake comes back today.”
Barbara gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”
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The minutes ticked by slowly. I glanced at the clock repeatedly, my stomach twisting with nerves. Would Jake actually come back? Or would he just leave us hanging again?
The uncertainty was eating at me.
Just when I was about to lose hope, the front door creaked open.
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I held my breath as Jake walked in, looking tired and disheveled. It was clear he hadn’t slept well the night before. He glanced at me, then at Barbara, who nodded silently.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. “Jake, we need to talk,” I said.
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He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me. I gathered my courage, my voice trembling slightly as I pressed on. “You can’t just walk away when things get challenging, Jake! We have a baby now! Lily needs both of her parents!”
Jake nodded slowly, his silence heavy in the air. Barbara stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “We’re here to support you, Alice,” she said. “Remember, this is a team effort.”
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I looked at Barbara, a flicker of hope igniting within me. “Thank you, Barbara. Your help means so much to me,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
Jake finally broke his silence, his voice low and hesitant. “I know I need to do better.”
I met his gaze, firm and resolute. “This isn’t just about saying the right words, Jake,” I continued. “It’s about showing up every day and being present for your family. We need more than promises now.”
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Barbara rose, her eyes locking onto Jake’s with a fierce intensity. “Actions speak louder than words, Jake. Remember that,” she said.
I knew this was just the beginning. Whether Jake would truly step up remained to be seen, but one thing was clear: I wasn’t alone anymore. With Barbara’s unwavering support, I felt stronger.
Cradling Lily gently, I leaned in close and whispered to her, “We’re going to be okay, sweetheart. One day at a time.”
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What would you have done?
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