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Welcome to Hell - The truth about Reserve at Quiet Waters.
From:
-Anonymous-
Date posted:
7/20/2008
Years at this apartment:
2005
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2007
1 response
I lived at Forest Village Apartments (name changed to Reserve at Quiet Waters in 2007) for over 2 years so I definitely know what I'm talking about. The Reserve at Quiet Waters is ONLY attractive to renters because of the low rent. But you get so much more than low rent. While living here you'll see and experience things from your worst nightmares, things you thought only existed in books, Hollywood films or on the Sci Fi Channel. You'll have horrific stories to amaze (and frighten) your friends and family for years to come. If you're looking for a cheap place to live and aren't too concerned with trash, drugs, pornography, prostitution, loud noise, and pretty much the entire gamut of lawlessness, then this is the place for you. Welcome home. I had the most unbelievably "unique" experiences while living here. Please see the pros and cons below:
Cons:
a) no guest parking whatsoever. Each resident is given one space. Guests are forced to park outside the complex or fight for the few coveted spots in the front office parking lot. And those M-e-x-i-c-a-n-s in their $600 POS Astro Vans are tougher than they look. Don't expect to get a front office parking spot without a fight. I'm serious.
b) there are limited laundry rooms on-site. The machines (both washers and dryers) were always nasty and broken. For those of us who work during the week, we do laundry on weekends. But all weekend, these fat M-e-x-i-c-a-n women with dozens of laundry baskets (no, I'm not kidding) hog all the working machines. Finally, I was forced to take my laundry to a laundromat up the street. Stay away from Village Apartment laundry rooms!
c) rampant drug use. Frequently I saw used syringes and crack pipes lying on the ground and smelled marijuana every day. Drug deals occurred on a regular basis, and often in plain sight. My younger sister came to visit on a regular basis and was forced to carry mace with her whenever she went outside because guys would constantly approach her to sell her drugs. Once I watched as a teenage boy approached her and asked her if she wanted any heroine, that his deal at the apartments had gone south and that he'd give her a great deal. This is the honest-to-God truth! Do you really want your children exposed to that.
d) numerous car break-ins. Many, many, many cars were vandalized or stolen during my residency. The only reason my car wasn't stolen was because I quickly popped the hood and disconnected the battery every night when I got home. Overkill - yes, but I still have my car.
e) domestic violence. I constantly heard couples fighting and slamming each other against the walls and furniture. Loud cursing and smashing glass against the walls. The police were called numerous times because of domestic violence disputes. I lived on the second floor and once witnessed a man push his girlfriend over the railing into the bushes below. Someone called and cops but all they said was that she was probably drunk and fell. Beware the crooked cops who turn a blind eye to illegals.
f) no pets allowed. If you have pets, better choose a different community.
g) mainly Hispanic community. This can be a pro or a con. If you have a problem living within a 99% M-e-x-i-c-a-n population, don't move here. If you don't like hearing mariachi music blaring at all hours of the night, don't move here. If you don't want to hear more Spanish spoken than English, don't move here. Me personally, I didn't mind it at all; my neighbors were always friendly and courteous. Even now I miss those gold-toothed grins as they waved hello each evening with a Tequila in one hand and a joint in the other.
h) numerous illegal aliens. They may be friendly and courteous M-e-x-i-c-a-n-s, but 80% of them are illegal. Just about every apartment has 8-10 people living in it.
i) constant police raids. On numerous occasions, I was told by armed police to go back inside my apartment, lock the door and not come outside the rest of the evening. Often I would hear police choppers and see search lights as they searched for wanted criminals. I heard gunshots frequently. Don't forget, this is the bad part of Annapolis.
j) trash everywhere. I'm not kidding when I say there was trash everywhere, but not just paper and bottles, but furniture and appliances as well. I once saw tenants drag an old, nasty dishwasher out of their apartment and leave it laying in the middle of the sidewalk. It stayed there for weeks before it was removed by management. Numerous times I saw couches and armchairs thrown off balconies into bushes and sidewalks below. The worst was watching a family collectively drag a crusty, disgusting refrigerator full of food outside and leave it sitting next to the management office. Both refrigerator doors were wide open, exposing all the rotting and moldy food inside. It honestly sat there for almost a month before anyone did anything about it. It attracted every insect, rat, mouse, cat, dog and homeless person for blocks.
k) numerous vagrants and homeless people roaming around talking to themselves and pushing all their "treasure" in stolen grocery shopping carts. They dig through all the dumpsters and trash looking for food. A homeless woman screamed at me once because when I'd thrown my trash into the dumpster, she'd been in there eating and didn't appreciate having my trash land on her. Then she proceeded to rummage through what I'd just tossed in. Stay away from the vagrants! Don't talk to them. Don't try to trick them into leaving your trash alone - we all know what happens when a clever ruse goes bad. Don't threaten them with violence. They live in the same crime-ridden complex you do, plus they know where you live, what you eat for dinner, what magazines you read, how many squares of toilet paper you wipe with...everything. They're a staple of Forest Village Apartments and a part of the "beautiful scenery" your rent pays for. After a few months you'll grudgingly accept that they have just as much right to be there as you do. You can't get rid of them; just let them go about their business, and you go about yours.
l) murder. Numerous people were rumored to have been murdered in the complex, but I only saw two bodies, one of them hidden in the bushes (not very well) next to my set of community mailboxes.
m) prostitution. I hate to say it, but after a while I got suspicious when random men kept showing up at this girl's apartment directly across from mine, and staying for no longer than an hour at a time. I never heard any noise or saw money exchange hands. But my suspicions were confirmed when one evening a guy walked out of her apartment, his clothes disheveled. He winked at me, wiped his mouth and said it was the best $350 he ever spent. Enough said there.
n) that eerie feeling that you're being watched. On numerous occasions I came home and felt uncomfortable walking to my apartment, like someone was watching me. Eventually I got used to feeling unsafe and like someone was about to jump out of the bushes at any moment and attack me.
o) no clubhouse, no pool and no business center. The barbeque grills also never worked and were full of black widow spider nests.
p) black widow spiders. I never saw a spider IN my apartment, but they were rampant outside. In the mailboxes, hiding in the carports, lurking everywhere. They built massive nests in the bushes and any time you walked too close to the bushes, you'd inevitably pick up a spider on your clothes. Do you know how frightening it is to feel something tickle your ear only to find there's a giant spider in your hair'! On more than one occasion, I was leaving for work in the morning and opened my front door to find a massive web had been spun across the whole doorframe. Sitting in the center of the web was a huge spider that had gotten so fat from eating insects that the web was actually sagging a little. I was so grossed out! I felt like I was in an Indiana Jones movie clearing away all the cob webs from an ancient burial chamber!
q) thin walls and sexual escapades. When I first moved in, I was horrified to hear my next door neighbor screaming, "Harder, Danny, harder!" every night. Sometimes the moaning would go on for hours.
r) wild, out-of-control parties all night long. Screaming and yelling as the M-e-x-i-c-a-n-s got more and more drunk. Marijuana smoke filled the area.
s) no security whatsoever. The entrance and exit gates were always broken and all of Annapolis just walked right on in. Several young women were attacked in the laundry rooms and walking to their cars late at night. One was attacked in broad daylight. I heard the screams on multiple occasions, but between the loud sex, domestic disputes and kids yelling in Spanish, who could filter out the women being attacked in the parking lot. The police were tight-lipped about most of the attacks. My neighbor disappeared one day and then I saw management cleaning out her belongings a few days later, so no telling what happened.
t) MS-13's living on property. The El Salvador flag flying from their balcony was a dead giveaway, but the way they threatened other tenants who asked too many questions was appalling. They came and pounded on my door one night after I stupidly winked at one of their Chicana girlfriends. I flipped off all the lights and hid in the tub in the bathroom. If you've watched any recent news you know how bad this could have turned out. I've never been so scared in all my life.
u) pornography in plain sight. About midway through my residency, an old man moved into the building next to mine, on the ground floor. In the evenings, he watched porno tapes with the volume turned up so everyone could hear. And of course he left his windows wide open so anyone walking by could see and hear the actors pounding and pile-driving one another with the speed of a locomotive. Needless to say, he never failed to attract a captive audience of all the kids in the complex. Maybe he thought he'd do the parents a favor and teach their children about the birds and bees the most engaging and entertaining way. I won't even get into the times he invited them inside to play "Show & Tell."
v) viral infections. I consider myself a fairly clean person. During my residency, I kept my kitchen clean, my clothes washed and my floors vacuumed. I had very few guests so my apartment stayed in pristine condition most of the time. However, from time to time the water would become tainted with some unknown chemical and I would contract a viral throat infection. I learned to live with it because my medical insurance wasn't that great. When I finally moved out, I came down with another throat infection. Using my COBRA insurance at that point, I finally went to a specialist for a diagnosis; I was pissed off and sought an end to being sick. My doctor took some tests, some blood, a urine sample, and told me to wait. Thirty minutes later he burst into the examination room, his eyes wide, and asked what I had been exposed to recently. I told him I had been moving out of my apartment when I'd gotten sick. He was shocked that such a virus could have been infecting the water so long at Forest Village Apartments and no one reported it. I then informed him that many of the residents are illegal aliens and that they would rather risk infection or even death than face deportment by the INS. I eventually made a full recovery and have had no further outbreaks in my new living environment.
Pros:
a) low rent w/ little to no rate increases over time.
b) free live entertainment. For example, one afternoon last year I watched a group of young Mexican boys disturb a bee hive located in a tree in the parking lot next door. For at least an hour I watched them laugh and heave large stones, sticks and anything they could find at the hive. Nothing happened. Finally they got bored and I had just about lost interest when I saw one of them produce an aluminum bat. He laughed as he took a full, hard wing right at the silent hive. Wow! I've never seen a swarm of bees so angry! The boys tried to run away but the swarm had attacked them before they knew what was happening. In minutes all five boys were lying on the ground screaming and crying, and covered in bee stings. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants!
c) just a short walk from Safeway, Starbucks, Blockbuster, Quiznos, Bank of America, and numerous other restaurant and retail locations.
d) bus stops located directly across the street. For those new to the area, Annapolis has THE crappiest bus transit system in the country. Very unreliable and your chances of getting robbed or raped are at least 8 out of 10. But a convenient way to save money on high gas prices.
e) the hospital is right down the street. If you require frequent hospital visits for stab wounds, bullet wounds, STDs or because you over-dosed on the heroine or "nose candy" the eerily friendly children sold you, you're just a short walk away from the emergency room.
f) no roaches or spiders (inside my apartment). Amazingly, I never saw a single roach or spider inside my apartment in 3 years. I had an entire civilization of little black ants living under my kitchen cabinets, but that eight-legged society was quickly and easily wiped off the face of the earth with a little visit from the Raid fairy.
g) lots of children. There are children EVERYWHERE. Despite them being loud, their presence honestly off-set the crime and drug-infested community. Just seeing them everyday made me feel a little safer about where I lived. Despite the fact that if you turned your back on them, they'd rob you blind. It was still nice to see them.
h) corn on the cob and ice cream for sale on the weekends. A small, dirty Mexican man pushed his little cart around each Saturday morning selling his wares. He even had a little bell on his cart. I never dared buy anything from him, but the kids loved him.
i) the management staff was always polite and helpful. They always answered any questions and were quick to send maintenance if any problems arose. They kept good records and seemed to be very organized. They were never once mean or discourteous, and never let maintenance into my apartment without my written permission.
j) maintenance was always on-time and did very good work. They replaced broken items rather than just jerry-rigging them back together. They were kind and always struck up a conversation. I always felt safe letting them into my apartment.
Definitely some good things and some VERY bad things about this place. It's a wonder the INS and DEA haven't shut the place down. I wouldn't be surprised if the police have designated parking spaces because they're chasing someone down or arresting someone so often. But the staff and management and maintenance were AWESOME!! The best!!
Welcome to crime central in Annapolis!
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User Responses
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From:
Anonymous
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Date:
07/21/2008
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First of all about you use of the word M E X I C A N S. I was born and raised in America and am proud to be half Mexican, and would love to stomp a mudhole in your chest, you uppity C R A C K E R.
I lived in Quiet Waters for about a year and it is pretty much on par with projects of Southeast DC and would never tell anybody to live there. Aside from your racist comments you, were pretty correct on your views of this hellhole.
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