D & J Property Management

The other review is spot on! We had a duplex from them. They took forever to fix stuff and tried to charge us for parts when we did nothing wrong. Once, the UPS man went to open the storm door and it fell right off of the house. The screws pulled right of the rotting door frame. The walls were paper thin, fine, its not like they built the place. But when our neighbors moved out d and j had people in at 6am installing hardwood floors and banging on who knows what else. When I called to see if they could start a little later they completely blew us off. They only care about you until you sign the lease. The lady would come out to my house (on yy) and sit in my driveway picking weeds out of the gravel, like some kind of meth head. Lastly when we were about to move out they called me at 6pm and said they would be there at 8am the next day to show someone our unit. Really? Well 8am came, the possible new tenant came. D and J never showed up. We had to let some stranger in the house and give them the walkthrough. (Keep in mind the other half of the duplex was still empty at this time). These people are a joke. Maybe that is why their phone numbers and websites all lead to Reality Executives now.

Run away. Fast.
Where do I start? This property management company motivated me to buy a house. It’s. That. Bad.
They raise the rent after agreeing on a set amount. They charge $ 150 for a non-​refundable fee for EACH pet. These people are clueless and confused, and they drop the ball on maintenance and repair jobs.
Question: Who likes a smelly clogged sink for two months? Who likes to go without heating during a winter storm and without A/​C during hot weather? Who likes a toilet that clogs every time it’s flushed? Who likes paying $ 300 to shampoo a carpet when you move out? Who likes moving into a rental that reeks of cigarette smoke and cat urine? Answer: NO ONE! But, deal with D &J, and this is what you better be up for.
A decrepit window cover fell, almost breaking my foot and nearly killing my geriatric dog. D&J charged me $ 60 for the stupid screws that they said couldn’t be found to repair it! The screws couldn’t be found because the darn thing was an old piece of junk from what seemed like the Depression Era. The sun had eaten away the plastic; it needed to be put in the front yard and torched in front of the whole City of Lebanon as a testament to when to throw away a piece of junk, people! Come on! But, I guess D&J needed that money.
So, get yourself an FHA loan, a VA loan, a USDA loan, move in with your mom, whatever, but don’t rent from these people.
You’ve been warned. That’s all.