Graycliff Townhomes

Yo — Welcome to Graycliff, where “luxury” lives… in the brochure, but never in the walls. Where kids run wild like it’s a theme park without fences, and you can’t tell if that’s laughter or a riot out your window. Day or night — peace is not on the lease. See, trash here? That’s not a problem — It’s part of the aesthetic. Fast food bags blowing in the breeze like urban tumbleweeds. Broken toys on the sidewalk — modern sculpture. You like wildlife? We got that too. Rats in the back, Roaches in the front, A whole pest parade through your kitchen at midnight. Rent don’t include ’em — but trust, they’re here. Maintenance? That’s a myth. Like a helpful landlord or a quiet neighbor. Put in a ticket, And you might as well tie it to a balloon and wish it luck. Hope it floats to someone who gives a damn. And the rent? Every year, up. Up like your blood pressure. Up like the volume of the kids screaming through the parking lot like it’s Daytona. And when you leave? They’ll charge you for breathing too hard. That “luxury” carpet? You’ll pay to clean it twice, Even if you left it spotless and sad. So yeah. Come to Graycliff, Where the only thing that’s upscale… is the scam.

I was drawn in by fancy photos and “luxury” claims — what a trap. Graycliff promises posh amenities but delivers a never‑ending nightmare. From day one, the place felt like a rundown, uncared‑for complex, despite the steep rent. Here’s the real reality: • Loud, unsupervised kids run wild all day and into the night. Screaming, playing in the parking lot, littering—management does nothing. • Trash is piled everywhere: overflowing dumpsters, wrappers, broken toys and bikes left scattered—not picked up by anyone. • Pests are rampant. I’ve seen rats scurrying near the dumpsters, and inside units you can expect cockroaches unless you bring in your own exterminator—management won’t help. • Maintenance is practically nonexistent. Work orders drag on for weeks, and when someone shows up, fixes are superficial at best. • Expect annual rent hikes with no improvements. And when you move out? They’ll ding you for every minor mark and charge you for cleaning that was already done. In short: overpriced, filthy, infestation‑ridden, and loud. Grey‑cliff feels more like a managed disaster than a luxury living space. Absolutely avoid it unless you want rats and chaos with your rent.