117 Corson Avenue,

Staten Island, NY 10301

Pros? Design. But I went through a nightmare there. Don't buy a picture. Read what happened. If you are reading this because you went through the same and you need a witness, or want to file a collective lawsuit, don't hesitate to contact me. I have a lot of evidence. She "sold" a house for her son, so harassment complaints didn't went through because she's not an owner.

I rented a room at 117 Corson Ave on Staten Island and ended up in a truly disturbing situation. Most facts described in this review were documented, I have dozens of gigabytes of videos, pictures etc.
The landlord, an elderly woman named Chantal Dailly, initially presented herself as democratic, claiming to be a retired Columbia professor. After I started to suspect she’s not adequate, I googled her. Zero matches, no publications, nothing.
But by my second day of tenancy she revealed erratic, controlling, and frankly unhinged behavior. On my 4th day she turned into a true monster after I accidentally stained the stovetop. I cleaned it of course, and even cleaned stains that were there before I moved in, but it was too late, she had already gone completely off the rails.
For some reason she kept hidden pots and pans for daily use in a drawer below the oven and moved a table close to the stove (2 inches), so you had to move the table and stand on your knees to get a pan, cook something, and then put it back. Horrible when running to work to be honest. And she placed baking pans for cakes on an easily accessible shelf. When she showed me the room, she claimed I would be most of the time the only one who uses the small kitchen (she has two kitchens on the 1st and 2nd floors). So yeah, I was stupid enough to put baking stuff under the oven and a few small pots and pans for daily use on the shelf. Which is common sense for most people who cook and confidently use a kitchen.
After she discovered it, she stood outside my door for an hour while I was trying to sleep after a 12 hour night shift. She was howling and growling like an animal and cursing. The main topic was “IT’S MY HOUSE, IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE!” etc.
Every morning she would run to inspect the bathroom and the mini kitchen near my former bedroom, slamming doors and saying inappropriate and rude things at my door.
She was entering my room all the time when I was at work, and then she finally lost all hesitation and connection with reality and entered my room without permission, filming me while I was sick on leave and undressed in bed.
She touched and moved my belongings as if they were hers. One day I woke up, opened the door to my room and just stuck shocked: she unloaded my bag with kitchen stuff that I’d left in the kitchen after moving and placed everything at the floor in a corridor near my room. She was blaming me for using my own pots and pans, while I did not. I had just moved and left the bag in the corner. It was two of us in the house and two kitchens. On the first day she said I could leave the bag there and not worry about anything. Ha-ha.
She withheld my mail, stole several items, lied to the police (yes, I called 911 on the old lady, because what can I do? How can I remove a person from my room and shut her dirty mouth for at least an hour?), and made false accusations. Immediately after the police left, she blasted the TV in the room next to mine while I was clearly unwell. By the way, when she showed me the room, the next room to my door was “a second living room, and sometimes guests stay on the couch.” Two weeks after I moved in, there was a queen bed.
Also, when she showed me the house, I expressed happiness because she had a bathtub. When I moved in, she stated the bathtub was clogged so badly that I wasn’t even supposed to think of turning on the water, and she said a plumber was coming. All lies of course, I never took a single bath there, plumber never came and a tub wasn't clogged (I checked before moved out... forgot to make a video, I was escaping and packing my stuff in garbage bags in panic. She told me to use a shower on a different floor in another part of the house. She has cameras everywhere, and they were clicking in the dark filming me walking there in a towel. Then she started leaving bleach in the shower daily and yelled at me “clean,” but before I moved she said there was no cleaning schedule and she had a cleaning lady. “Just rinse after yourself, that’s it.” I was surprised, but in the end I was the cleaning lady.
She also stomped and jumped in the room above mine late at night and yelled like crazy, and generally created an atmosphere of constant stress, manipulation, and psychological pressure.
She also left toxic notes nearly every day. She opened my tied small trash bags (black bodega bags I used as trash bags in my room) and left notes about their contents. No privacy at all, it’s extremely cringe.
On top of that, she made demeaning comments about my health and immigration status, calling me an “illegal immigrant” even though I’m an American citizen (I have records), and a “mental case” and “psychopath” because I was stupid enough to disclose information about my officially diagnosed neurodivergence when I still thought she was somehow adequate and tried to request accommodations. I’m recovering from a long illness and I’m hypersensitive, and I really need a quiet and peaceful environment. No one ever complained about me, probably because I’m an invisible roommate who regularly does deep cleaning and repairs stuff.

Her behavior was not only abusive but clearly discriminatory and unacceptable.

And yes, she stole my security deposit after I escaped after a month of living there. She started using the other lock (she claimed it was broken when I moved in), so I had to pay for the second month without even being able to enter the house to retrieve my remaining belongings. Thankfully only a few things, but still sad. I have a video of her unplugging my Blink camera, which I had installed after suspecting someone was entering my room while I was at work. And yes, she’s old, but she’s very aware of how to kick devices off the Wi-Fi network.

Thinking of her and the fact that there is a chance to turn into something like that in old age gives me anxiety attacks.

Don't risk, don't go there, I'm serious.

Stop renting out rooms and find God asap.