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Check these out / @autocreatezone / @sciencenewswithjames You can also find us on Reddit / pencilbob We read original full length stories on our channel we hope you enjoy them Join this channel to get access to perks: / @apencilbob Six months ago, I made the decision to stop paying a single cent to what claims to be my Homeowners Association, and let me tell you, it’s been one of the strangest, most surreal experiences I’ve ever had. Every day feels like stepping into some alternate reality where logic doesn’t apply, and the rules are made up as they go along. I’m not exaggerating when I say this situation is wild—it’s like something out of a bad TV drama, except it’s my actual life. I’ve spent hours trying to wrap my head around how things got to this point, and honestly, the more I dig, the crazier it gets. I want to walk you through it because this isn’t just some minor disagreement—it’s a full-blown mess, and it’s nowhere near being resolved. Trust me, you’re going to want to hear how this all unfolds. It all started when I moved into this neighborhood. The realtor was all smiles, handing me a stack of papers about the Homeowners Association. “Just standard stuff,” she said, waving her hand like it was no big deal. “Everyone pays their dues, and it keeps the community looking nice.” I didn’t think much of it at the time. I signed the papers, paid the fees, and moved in. Life was good—until it wasn’t. Fast forward a few months, and I started noticing things. The so-called HOA wasn’t doing much. The community pool was always closed, the landscaping was a mess, and the streets were littered with potholes. I thought, “What am I even paying for?” So, I started asking questions. Big mistake. I reached out to the HOA board, hoping for some straightforward answers, but what I got was nothing short of useless. They were about as helpful as a screen door on a submarine—completely ineffective and utterly pointless. Every question I asked was met with evasive responses, half-truths, or outright silence. They’d dodge one inquiry, give a vague non-answer to another, and then act like they’d done their job. It was infuriating. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, they had the audacity to send me a late notice when I decided to withhold my dues until they provided some actual clarity. That was the last straw. I wasn’t going to play their games anymore. That’s when I knew it was time to bring in the big guns—my attorney. If they weren’t going to take me seriously, maybe they’d listen to someone who knew how to hold them accountable. My attorney is a no-nonsense kind of guy. He doesn’t mess around, and he’s not afraid to go toe-to-toe with anyone. He sent a letter to the HOA, demanding answers and documentation. Guess what? They ignored him. Completely. They kept sending me past-due notices and late fees, acting like they hadn’t even received his letters. It was infuriating. Then, things took a turn. My attorney did some digging and discovered something that blew my mind. This HOA? It’s not even a real HOA. It’s been defunct for decades. They’ve been operating under fake, doctored restrictions, conspiring with the realtor to collect fees they have no legal right to collect. Can you believe that? Decades of fraud, and no one noticed—or maybe they did, and no one cared enough to do anything about it. When my attorney told me, I was equal parts furious and relieved. Furious because I’d been paying these clowns for years, and relieved because we finally had something concrete to go on. He drafted a 24-count federal complaint, and let me tell you, it’s a thing of beauty. Breach of duty, fraud, misrepresentation, negligence, consumer protection violations, FTC matters—the whole nine yards. These people are about to have a very bad time. We’ve got one last shot to resolve this without going to court. There’s a special meeting coming up, but honestly, I’m not holding my breath. The owners are just as clueless as the board members. There’s a reason things have gotten this bad, and it’s because no one has ever held them accountable. They’ve been skating by for years, collecting fees and doing nothing. It’s a mess. Just today, I got another notice. Can you believe it? They’re still trying to collect, even after everything we’ve uncovered. My attorney says they’ve ignored all his serious requests, and at this point, it’s clear they’re not going to back down without a fight. Fine by me. I’m ready to take this all the way.