Forest Hill Apartments of Clarendon Hills

This was a terrible place to live. The property manager chrsanthemum, cadence, or Constance… whatever her name was had personality traits similar to both the nurse in that movie «One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest» and Adolf Hitler. She tried to not give me the full deposit back for smudges on the ceiling which weren’t from me. I didn’t have parties and was rarely home as I travel for a living. She also said if she needed to access the apartments for suspicion, she would gain entry without permission, anytime! I’m still not sure if she accessed my unit or not. If I parked on the street overnight she would threaten to have me evicted even if I called the Clarendon Hills police department and was granted permission to park on the public street. While the apartment were decent, her power trips were just too overbearing. She also had a strong musty odor.