Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - We Moved Out Just in Time Our Landlord Had a Hidden Camera in Our Bathroom #47

Episode Date: July 15, 2025

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All right, so let me start by saying, yes, we moved out, and honestly, best. Decision. Ever. We moved about a year ago, and I can't even describe how much lighter I feel. It was just me, 14-year-old girl, and my mom, 46, living there, and my dad was kind of in and out, but he's supposed to move in with us soon. So yeah, we packed our stuff and left that creepy place behind. We'd been living in that old apartment for almost six years.

Moved in when I was around eight or nine, and everything seemed fine at first. The landlord was this older man, maybe in his 70s, and his wife. Kind of stiff but polite, you know. They owned the building and ran a little shop on the bottom floor, so we'd see them a lot. They seemed harmless at first, just your average elderly couple. The place wasn't super fancy, but it was whole. home. The first two years were okay. Not great, but nothing to complain about. They'd occasionally pop by, sometimes unannounced, which was annoying but manageable. Then came year three,

and that's when everything started going downhill. They got weird. Like, passive-aggressive weird. They'd complain about the dumbest stuff, like how we supposedly slammed the door too hard or how the outer door was getting rotten. Spoiler alert, that door was already falling apart before we even moved in. The place was literally crumbling. Stuff kept breaking, and the landlord refused to fix anything. Like, completely ignored our requests unless it was super serious. And even then, it was like pulling teeth. He fixed one of the sinks at some point, but I can't even remember which because it was such a rare occurrence. The rest of the house was just falling apart like it had given up on life. Then winter came, and everything got worse. One night, the front door just,

broke. Wouldn't close properly, and cold air was blasting into the apartment. We were freezing, and the heater couldn't keep up at all. My room was the worst. It was tiny, barely enough space to fit my bed, and the ceiling above it started sagging. Whenever it rained, it leaked. I couldn't even move my bed because there was no room. It was like living in a soggy cardboard box. Now, here's where things start getting real messed up. So one night, I was in the bathroom. You know those times when you're just sitting there, doing your business, and you don't have your phone? Yeah, that was me. Bored out of my mind, just staring around the room. I noticed the sink cabinet. next to me, it was this cheap rectangular thing with a little gap between the bottom and the floor. Our bathroom had this fake tile flooring that was starting to peel up, especially in that spot. There were these two little holes in the floor tile right by the cabinet. I'd seen them a million times before but never really thought about it. That night though, something felt off.

I kept staring at one of the holes because from where I was sitting, it kind of looked like something was inside. So, I leaned in a bit, peeled the tile back a little, and there it was. Something black. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, but I'd seen a few TikToks about people finding hidden cameras in hotel rooms and stuff, so naturally my brain went there. I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight and pointed it into the hole. That's when I saw it. A little black lens. A camera. I froze. My stomach dropped so hard I thought I was going to puke. I legit sprinted out of the bathroom, ran straight to my mom's room, and burst in like, M-O-M there's a camera in the bathroom.

It was midnight. She sat up grogily, rubbed her eyes, and was like, it's probably just some wiring or something. Go to bed. Dad'll check it out tomorrow when he comes over. The next day, my dad came by for dinner, and I begged him to look at it. He peeled back the tile properly and yeah, there it was. A full-on camera. Hidden underneath the bathroom sink.

I felt like I was going to pass out. My dad took it out and checked the rest of the apartment. We didn't find any others, at least not that we could see, but that didn't exactly make me feel better. My dad has a cousin who's a cop, so he took the camera to him to check it out. Turns out, it was one of those small cameras. that you can connect to your phone and watch live from anywhere. You know, the kind you'd hide if you were spying on someone.

The cousin said it looked like it hadn't been working for about a year, but get this, it was bought in 2018. That's literally the year we moved in. My parents were furious. They wanted to press charges so bad, but stuff got complicated and we never actually did. I don't really remember all the reasons why, but between legal hurdles and not wanting to drag it out, they ended up dropping it. My mom did do a background check on the landlord though, pretty sure it's called CAP or something. And what she found? Disgusting. Turns out,

that old man had previously been charged with three counts of sexual assault against minors. Not just that, he was also charged with sexually harassing a woman. For some reason, the charges didn't stick. Either they were dropped or he made some kind of deal. I don't know. But the fact that we were living above that creep for six freaking years makes my skin crawl. Like, think about it. For at least five of those years, there was a camera hidden in our bathroom. Our tiny bathroom, where we showered, got dressed, went to the toilet. That camera was placed perfectly to catch everything. If I was wearing a dress or a skirt, He could see right up it.

If I was changing. He saw that too. Every single time I think about it, I feel sick. And it gets worse. My bedroom was right next to the ladder that led up to the attic or something. The landlord had access to it, and it was literally right next to my window. My mom had curtains, but me? Nope.

For the first three years, my curtain rod was broken and no one ever fixed. it. So at night, my room was totally visible. I'd get dressed in there. I'd sleep in there. All that time, I thought I had privacy. I didn't. I feel violated in ways I can't even explain. That kind of stuff sticks with you. Makes you question everything and everyone. Like, how could someone do that to us? Why? What kind of sick freak plants a camera in a child's bathroom? That's beyond creepy, that's criminal. Ever since we moved, I still get nervous in bathrooms. I check behind mirrors, under sinks, in weird corners.

Paranoid? Maybe. But after what happened, can you blame me? Trust doesn't come easy anymore. Even in our new place, I still feel a little uneasy. We did a full sweep when we moved in, my dad went full detective mode, but there's always that voice in the back of my mind whispering, what if someone's watching?

And it's not just about the camera. It's the betrayal. We trusted that landlord. We thought he was just a cranky old man. Turns out, he was watching us. Violating our privacy. Exploiting our vulnerability. That kind of betrayal cuts deep.

So yeah, if you're renting. Be careful. Seriously. I don't care if your landlord seems sweet or your apartment looks perfect, check everything. Look under the sinks. Check the smoke detectors. Peel back the tile if something seems off. Because you never know.

Even if everything feels safe, there could be someone watching. I never thought something like that would happen to me. You hear those horror stories online and think, that's awful, but you don't think you'll be the next story someone reads. But I was. And it's not something I'll ever forget. So to wrap this up, we're out. We're safer now. Still healing, still angry, still paranoid.

But we're free. And if telling this story keeps even one person safe, then it's worth it. Check your surroundings. Trust your instincts. And please, stay safe. The end.