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A maintenance guy tried to enter, but his key couldn't open the door. It really scared me to see him forcibly try to open the door over and over again and push it. I caught it on video. It was terrifying as I am a single woman who lives alone. I find it odd he didn't knock or announce 'MAINTENANCE' like they usually do.

I sent the video to my leasing office and an email asking why this occurred. I also walked over to the leasing office, and they asked me if I wanted to call the cops, and I said yes. As the management office proceeded to tell the phone operator it wasn't an emergency and downplayed the situation, it made me really mad, so I called 911 and told the cops to come.

My windows were open, and the smallest due diligence would have allowed the maintenance man to see the unit was not vacant.

The cop later informed me after interviewing the maintenance guy that he couldn't speak English and entered the wrong apartment by mistake. It doesn't make sense to me when these maintenance guys have worked here for years, and all the doors are labeled. I feel an extreme concern for my safety. My unit had no work orders and he didn not announce himself like maintence usually does.

Am I being overdramatic? I also have not heard anything from management about this situation.

I am struggling to find a realtor willing to put in offers under asking. I have seen many homes in conditions that do not warrant the price and have been on the market for a significant amount of time. Many realtors do not want to put in a below-offer. Have any of you bought your home under asking or can you recommend a realtor willing to?

I went on a date with a guy who claimed to be 38. Turns out, after meeting him, he is 49. I felt suspicious after meeting him in person, since he looked much older; turns out he is much older.

Has this ever happened to you?

My upstairs neighbors use their porch as their cat's bathroom area. They dump the litter box over their balcony, and it reeks. Especially when its hot, the smell is unbearable.

I have brought this up to management, and they don't do anything. My management mentioned the people above me are "long-term/lifer" residents, and the complex is desperate to keep renters. I made a huge mistake and see why this place had a special.

In addition, they smoke weed on their balcony and dump the ashes, which has nearly caught the bush outside my window on fire. I have also brought this to the attention of management, and they won't do anything because this isn't a non-smoking complex.

I tried to get out of this lease, but they want me to pay all the concessions back.

I feel trapped living in this hellhole. I have complained to management about these issues and nothing is ever done.

I’m writing this in the hope that someone, somewhere, reads it and saves themselves from making the same mistake. Do not be fooled by the glowing five-star reviews—they are manufactured by management to cover up the horrors of living at these properties.

These buildings were clearly thrown together as cheaply and quickly as possible, and it shows in every miserable detail. The noise isn’t just “bad”—it’s relentless, invasive, and inescapable. The walls might as well not exist. You don’t just hear your neighbors—you experience their entire lives as if you’re living inside their unit with them. Conversations, footsteps, doors, appliances, arguments—it all bleeds through from every direction: above, below, beside you, everywhere, all the time.

A coworker of mine lived at Brickhouse Lamar, a supposedly “new” build, expecting modern construction and some level of quality. Instead, it was a nightmare. The noise alone made it unbearable, but it didn’t stop there—the wiring is so poorly done that power and internet outages are constant. It’s the kind of place that feels like it was built to look finished, not to actually function. So many residents have complained, but the problems are so fundamental it feels like the only real fix would be to tear it down and start over.

And then there’s The Parc Cherry Creek, which is honestly in a league of its own—in the worst possible way. Calling it a “dump” almost feels too generous. The name and photos try to sell you on something polished and desirable, but the reality is completely different. This is the kind of place people end up in when they’ve run out of options. The neighbors are trashy, blasting music so loud you can hear it across the courtyard, throwing garbage out their windows and balconies. The air conditioners were installed generations ago and don’t work.

Parts of the property are severely neglected, with trash and clutter left everywhere. Overcrowding is common, and the strain on the already flimsy structure is obvious. My unit had a huge structural crack that was covered up by layers of paint. If you have a family above or below you, especially with young children, prepare for sleepless nights that never end. There are many large families here with five, six, or more kids in 1 or 2 bedrooms. If they have infants, you will hear them cry at night, and it will be heard many units away. Crying, running, stomping—it doesn’t fade into the background; it dominates your entire living experience. Neighbors constantly complain, but nothing changes. The children run wild at the complex causing havoc and noise. Their parents do not watch them, but will yell at the top of their lungs at them at all hours of the day. The children use the gym, which has signs reading "adults only," but the rules are not enforced here. 

And if pets are involved, it somehow gets worse. You will hear every paw hitting the floor, every burst of energy, every bark, every meow. It’s not occasional—it’s constant. Combine that with the complete lack of insulation, and you’re left hearing everything: footsteps, plumbing, coughing, sneezing—nothing is private, nothing is quiet. Sleep becomes a luxury you can’t count on.

Safety doesn’t feel guaranteed either. The overall condition of the property and the way it’s managed leave you with a constant sense of unease, it is nasty and ghetto. Everything—from the construction to the “upgrades”—feels like the cheapest possible option was chosen every single time. There are no security cameras on the complex; you will pray every day not to get robbed. 

Management only adds to the frustration. Concerns are brushed off, calls go nowhere, and getting help feels impossible. There’s a strong sense that maintaining appearances matters more than actually addressing the reality residents deal with daily. The standard of living is so low that it will disgust you to come home here. This is not a place to build a life, or even to comfortably get through a lease. Living here feels less like having a home and more like enduring a situation you can’t wait to escape.

Do yourself a favor: look elsewhere.