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How do I fight a lawsuit from a slumlord?

I've never been sued before, but we recently moved out of a house on our own accord. The trailor had really bad flooring (you can see the beams through worn out carpet, and we had a verbal agreement before we moved in to fix the flooring and have it deducted from rent. He later changed his mind and said he wanted the rent instead). The plumbing went bad a month before we moved out and none of the toilets would flush until a pipe burst, and now the sewage runs into the street. An old heat/ac unit exploded in the hallway because of faulty wiring (we looked at it and the wires had been taped together over the years) We picked up all of our trash, but didn't vacuum or anything because the code enforcer saw the sewage running out and said we had to get out in 2 days because it was a health and fire hazard from the wiring and bad flex hose being used for gas lines. Does he really have a case? He's not using a lawyer, but I am, and I have pics of the house. Anybody been through this?

As long as you have pictures of the place but they have to be from before you moved in or right when you moved in (with dates on them to prove it) this may help alot. Verbal agreements do stand in court but if you have any written corespondance that would help a great deal. Because if they see you made attempts to contact him for all the problems they will belive you. What I would be doing now if you dont have any of this is first off questing other tenants to see if they have any similar issues like yours and have then take pictures and give you written statements to take to court. Also I would try to write down at least the dates or when and where you spoke to him about the issues so you look organized and have some kind of items to present to a judge. I would definatly get a copy of the failed code inforcement from the township that will really help showing the home is unlivable and a copy of your lease. Good luck and hopefully you win!

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The stink of death from broken spires,

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Where the earth was torn still grows life's hardy germ;

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In the dead who for a second seem of death absolved

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Neighbours, friends and children still lying in the streets

In some eternal mockery of peace abide,

Who on their final morning wake not from cooling sleep,

Their end by shattered limbs and burning flesh contrived.

 

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A living hell of fire and shell and worse,

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This town a graveyard made, a sepulchre shut tight.

 

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Lost hope by sweeping through our wake with dance,

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Apostles of a brotherhood drawn by common pain

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