I am at my wits end here. I don't know what else I can do, or where else to go with this.
For two years now I have dealt with the revolving door of people that occupy the house next to mine. I wouldn’t be surprised if the operators at the Baltimore Non-emergency call center knew my voice. Between their fire alarm constantly going off (and sadly, I’m always surprised they actually have a working fire alarm), clearly hearing them discuss their crack-smoking, the all night smooth jams blaring through my bedroom wall, or the Sunday morning 7am gospel service they blast on their radio, drug dealers and drug addicts that come banging on my door by mistake at all hours of the night, the constant arguing and fighting and screaming day and night, the list goes on and on…
I will admit, the number of people living in the house has gone down quite a bit. When I first moved here there were literally at least fifteen people, including an 8-year-old girl who obviously had some special needs. Now I would say there are about seven or so adults (in a two bedroom house). I have no better way to put it, all of these people are crack heads, plain and simple. This is a crack house. And what I don’t understand is why nothing is ever done about this situation. I have tried talking to them and explaining that they are too loud and that I can hear them clearly through my walls and they just don't care. I have called the police so many times. I have called the housing department. I have called the mayor. I have reported rampant drug abuse at this location. I have reported noise complaints and called about people fighting at least 100 times. And I see police there quite frequently, so why are these people still living there and continuing to act like this?
I find that all kind of funny because I was getting notices from the Baltimore Property Registration people for two years saying that I needed to pay a fee for renting out my home because it was listed as a vacant or non-principle residence…I have never rented out my home, and it is my principle residence. That has all been sorted out but I’m thinking that they should be made aware of this because if there’s a fee of $20 per renter or whatever it was, they’d be making bank on the endless supply of people that occupy that house. I feel like that alone is kind of a big deal; it's a scam, a fraud...clearly there's something wrong with it.
My point here is that I work hard for what I have, I’m a twenty two year old woman, I own my home, and I am a law abiding, tax paying citizen. I’m desperate for something to be done about these degenerate drug addicts who, at least from what I understand, technically don’t even have the right to be in the house they are staying in. I shouldn't have to deal with this, I shouldn't have to sleep on my couch every night or go to bed wearing earplugs because these people don't understand that it is not okay to act like wild animals. I just don’t think this situation is fair. I know Baltimore has a plethora of other problems in itself, but there has to be something someone can do. I’ve tried talking to these people. I’ve tried to contact the owner of the house. Every day it’s the same…music blaring constantly through the night, people fighting and arguing around the clock, fire alarms and the smell of plastic burning, drug deals in front of my home. I don't even feel safe in my own home. I can’t stand it anymore. I want to believe my neighborhood, and the city of Baltimore is better than this.
In the last three days alone I've called the police twice. Once Sunday morning because they were blaring some church thing on their radio or tv or whatever (hey, I'm all for people going to church... but that's just it.... If you want to praise Jesus, stop smoking crack and go to church, don't sit around your drug den and watch it on tv). I asked to speak to a police man once they'd arrived.....no one ever came. Last night I was trying to go to bed early so i could get up for work a little early...I was woken up at 11:30 to the sound of good ol' 92Q pulsing through my wall..I knocked on the wall...waited about 20 minutes and decided there was no way I could possibly sleep through this so I called the police and tried to go back to sleep downstairs on my sofa...anther half an hour and a policeman arrived and I ran out to explain that I've had to call numerous times in the last two weeks and would he PLEASE do something about this, he assured me it would be taken care of. I went back upstairs to sleep in my bed...great, they had turned the radio down about a decibel....waited an hour or so and they finally turned it off...so by the time I actually got to sleep it was after 1am, I don't consider that going to be early when I need to be up for work by 7.
I probably sound like a whiny brat but this whole situation is so frustrating. I've sent letters and emails and made phone calls to the police, the mayor, the housing department...still, nothing is ever done and i just don't know what else i can do.
What would you do?