Conspiracy Weekend Part I

A certain feeling hasn't been sitting right with me at all. This queasy, gut dwelling feeling that the apartment I'm about to rent is a complete hoax. So here's the scoop: For a while now me and my home girl have been talking about renting out a place together. I've had my own place before, she has not. It was hard for us, as I knew it would be because she just started out fresh with everything bank acct, job etc. After looking at apt after apt, we came across this apt that is absolutely close to perfection. 8 blocks from me now and everyone knows I don't wanna leave Parkslope Brooklyn. It's magical here and that's that. We saw it, we liked it, we got a good offer on rent (1280 for 2 Bedrooms, everything included). I put money down and they ran the credit checks and to be honest, I didn't think we were gunna get it because although I have good credit, as I mentioned before my mamita has no credit. We get a call, WOO! I got approved, but she did not and would need a guarantor. -___- bummer, so we're scrambling, going through a list that wasn't even a list but more of a spewing out of some sort of names that ended quicker than one blink of an eye. In the midst of our scramblization (I know that's not a word) we get another phone call stating that she doesn't need a guarantor and that the landlord understands the full repercussions of allowing this. We go and sign the lease and I payed for the rest of the rent for the month. NOW, that was around October 24th? To the best of my recollection and he did in fact announce that he'd need 2 or so more weeks to finish the place because it was being completely gutted and renovated (he showed us an apt that was already occupied that our apt is supposed to mirror) I met up with him this past Tuesday, Nov. 10th and got the keys from him and we went upstairs to survey the progress. To me it looked like nothing was done. There was no stove, no bathroom or kitchen sink and no toilet. The floors were done, the doors weren't in place. Although everything seemed new and fresh, something just isn't clicking for me. I'm plagued with clouds upon more thick clouds of these vicious over analytical thoughts. I can't get over them. And the shit that scares me is that it could all make perfect sense. Everything fits in to place. I have a feeling that this realty is bogus and I told Evelyn I felt like this the whole entire time we were in contact with this "Rapid Realty". I feel as if it's some sort of ponzi scheme that's on a roll to collect a trillion some odd dollars and when they reach their quota it's "CIAO BACAHLAO!" I feel like he's a bankrupt landlord and is relying on my $2640.00 to buy a stove, sinks, and toilet. It makes perfect sense as to why he doesn't care if my friend has a guarantor. AND, another thing that creeps me out is that no one seems to be occupying the building we're gunna rent from! I mean there are mailboxes with names, decorated doors but what if it's all a big show? What if the apt they showed us was a show room made to lure us in and entice us? There's about 6 apts in this building and anyone of them could be a torture room or who knows what other sick twisted demented thing I can think of. I'm going to go because I'm freaking myself out.