Documenting a real-life situation as it unfolds

This is my story, however ridiculous it may sound and it’s only the tip of the iceberg. I will post the updates soon but this is all I could write for now.

A series of VERY unfortunate events
 
I wake up to a whatsapp message: “You have 48 hours to vacate your room as new tenants are moving in”. No formal notice, no legal document, just “get out now and make this easier for all of us”, meaning “make this easier for me as I don’t want to do it the legal way”.
I felt the whole world coming down on me. 48 hours. No home. What about my cat? Add this to my ever growing pile of misfortunes and suddenly the room seems devoid of oxygen. 
Long story short, due to my father’s stroke and his accounts being temporarily frozen, I was 10 days late on rent. This issue was only temporary. I only needed a few more days for the money to come through, which I let the agent know. The agent of the property, we will, for the purposes of this story, call Mr Macho Man. The actual landlord of the property is currently sunbathing elsewhere in the world. Needless to say, Mr Macho Man either didn’t believe me or didn’t care.
No, I know. Whatever the reason, being late on rent is NOT cool and I loathe playing the victim. Wha happened to me is just so utterly ridiculous and hilarious in its entirety, that I want to hopefully make something good out of it. After all, I would much rather laugh at my misfortunes than cry.
I realised I still had 48 hours till the deadline. That word sounds funny now. Armed with the internet, AI and whatever guts I had left, I consumed legal knowledge like my life depended on it. I understood my rights as a tenant, that he could not evict me within 48 hours and that the only person who could kick me out would be a court appointed bailiff. All this needed a legal eviction notice served first, which in my case wasn’t. Most importantly, I still had rights even if the contract was verbal (I had been living there for over a year).
 It was all psychological pressure. Mr Macho Man wanted me out on his terms in the quickest, quietest way possible. He tried to convince me I had no rights and yet, knowledge is power. So I stayed. I had nowhere else to go on such short notice and I couldn’t pack everything that quickly. Not many places accept pets at such short notice either. Whether I liked it or not, I was stuck there. I informed Mr Macho Man of my decision. Safe to say, he wasn’t too excited about it.
 I had a feeling he would retaliate. After all I had pressed where it hurt most… money. I share the house with two other men, who we will call Mr Too Nice and Mr Lonely. At the time this was happening, they were both away on holiday and Mr Macho Man knew this. As expected, 48 hours passed and then it all began. The first attempt of many more to come to make my life miserable.
Mr Macho Man enters the house using the spare keys. At first, the internet goes off. I go downstairs to check and he just shuts the door in my face. He is with his business partner, who we will call Mr Forever Young (more about him coming up).
Then the sockets stopped working. Then the heating is off. When I check, all the switches are turned off. Just as AI had warned me, typical illegal eviction nonsense. I then call the non-emergency number, they make a record and advise me to call the police if Mr Macho Man tries to force entry into my room.
At this point in our story, all I was hoping to achieve was for the 48 hours to pass, hopefully call his bluff and wait until a few days later for the payment to come through and resolve this conflict. I did not think he would be stupid enough to risk so much for so little. The fines for tampering with utilities and basic living conditions are huge. More than a master strategist, Mr Macho Man was a master idiot. 
Next day, he cuts off utilities again. Couldn’t shower or do the dishes in ice cold water. Central heating was off and the house temperature dropped to 14 degrees. I was sneezing, stinking and worst of all I was trapped inside the house. I couldn’t leave for fear of him coming back and changing locks or entering my room and taking away my cat. I know it all sounds silly as normal people wouldn’t react this way, but never underestimate the power of stupid and, in Mr Macho man’s case, it was his superpower. But guess what? I was so tired of this nonsense that next time he switched off utilities I went downstairs with the camera recording and got him to admit everything; the utility tampering, the illegal eviction attempt, the psychological pressure… His answer? “I don’t care, I just want you out”.
I was never so happy to see someone as I was when Mr Too Nice returned. He fixed it all. He sorted the internet, turned on the heating (and taught me how to do it next time). After 48 hours of being alone, cold and miserable, it seemed like it was all finally over. Perhaps my persistence had paid off. Looking back on it now, Mr Too Nice never asked why utilities had been turned off in the first place.
A few days later, Mr Lonely comes back. During this time Mr Macho Man made further multiple attempts to “accidentally’ switch off the internet but now he had lost the leverage of having me alone in the house. Mr Macho Man needed a new strategy to get me out without following the legal process and he soon found it.