Surviving the Silence: Jessica's Story

🔥Living in Fear: What Noah’s Frederick Allowed

Despite constant complaints and police involvement, Noah’s Frederick Management allowed criminal activity, tenant-on-tenant harassment, and infestations to continue for years without proper action. Jessica Johnson, already dealing with toxic mold exposure, was forced to fight for basic safety — not just for her family, but for the community around her.

Key Events:

2021–2022

Jessica was pulled into three separate criminal court cases as a witness for the state. Tenants living at the property were selling drugs, vandalizing, and assaulting police.

Jessica made the calls. Provided video evidence. Testified. And still had to return home — to the same building, with no protection from management.

2022

A former tenant broke into Jessica’s unit while her two young sons were inside. Items were stolen. Jessica filed charges for breaking and entering and had to testify again — all while still living at the property, feeling unsafe and unheard.

2022–2023

Jessica endured ongoing harassment from another tenant who threw boulders, feces, and lit cigarettes at her. Despite repeated complaints to property manager Greg, no action was taken. She had to escalate to the police, file a protective order, and press charges herself.

Only after the court granted the order did Noah’s Frederick finally evict the tenant — using Jessica’s legal action to do what they had failed to do on their own.

February 2023

Due to a severe roach infestation caused by other tenants and lack of proper pest control, Jessica withheld rent in escrow and took the property to court.

She documented everything and represented herself. The judge ruled in her favor and confirmed the property was uninhabitable due to the infestation. Despite this, Noah’s Frederick refused to take responsibility for long-term extermination.

April 2025

Yet another dangerous tenant was moved in — this time bringing violence, drug activity, loud disturbances, and over-occupancy. Once again, Jessica was forced to contact police, as Noah’s Frederick refused to enforce the lease or respond to safety complaints.

The same cycle continues, with good tenants suffering while the property manager looks the other way this the true cost of ignoring tenants — in safety, in sanity, and in silence.

🔥From One Nightmare to the Next: What I Found in the “Safe”

When I moved into the unit I’m living in now — the one Greg claimed was an upgrade — I was just trying to move on from what the mold had already done to my family. But this wasn’t a fresh start. It was just a new version of the same nightmare.

⚠️176 Days Without a Working Oven — Gas Leak Ignored⚠️

For the first 176 days in this current unit, my oven didn’t work. I suspected a gas leak early on, but Greg kept replacing the oven instead of calling a licensed technician. I told him it might be a connection issue — he dismissed me and said, well, I’ve been in other units. And I did smell gas. But he didn’t want to hear it.

It wasn’t until I called the Mayor of Frederick 2023 in frustration that anything was done.

Only then did Noah’s Frederick finally send someone licensed.

And I was never reimbursed for the hundreds I spent ordering takeout for me and my kids multiple times a day for six months.

⚠️ Water Damage, Mold, and Electrical Failures

This unit wasn’t just unsafe — it was actively falling apart.

For the first year and a half, I had to keep trash cans under the vents to catch water pouring out.

This was because tenants upstairs let their bathtubs overflow, and the water damage ran down through my walls.

The water wasn’t cleaned up correctly, just left to soak — and build new mold.

When these leaks happened, my light switches stopped working, and power would fail because water was getting into the electrical system.

It’s still happening today.

⚠️ Plumbing Backups and No Emergency Help

Because of constant tenant damage above and around me, the sink and garbage disposals backed up. When this happened on weekends, Noah’s Frederick’s “emergency” line would ignore me or claim it wasn’t urgent.

I was left with sewage and black water backing up into my home — told to wait until Monday.

Every time, it got worse.

🙏🏼 I Tried to Help Them First

What hurts most is that when I moved here, I wasn’t trying to be a problem.

I testified in court on behalf of the owner, Ben, when one of his tenants destroyed the property.

I believed they deserved a second chance. I wanted to help him get his property back.

But even after I helped them — they left me in a place that’s destroying my health, my family’s peace, and my trust in people.

Greg and the management continue to lease to destructive tenants, ignore safety issues, and fail to uphold the most basic housing standards.

I’ve been conditioned to survive in filth, to clean after others, and to accept crisis after crisis as normal.

💰 Retaliation, Denial, and the Cost of Speaking Out

After spending thousands of dollars on mold testing and watching my mother and family get sicker by the day, I went public.

I shared my story with the media and spoke on the radio about the conditions I was living in and what Noah’s Frederick had done.

That’s when one of the owners — Ben — called the station and tried to discredit everything.

He claimed the symptoms my mother and I were experiencing were from pre-existing conditions, not mold exposure.

He publicly stated that the test results were fake and that our health issues weren’t real.

I was shocked — and devastated.

Especially because at that point, our family cat had already died, my mother was rapidly deteriorating, and I had already spent:

$500 on a swab test
$1,800 on a full air quality test
$2,000 on a toxicology report for my mother
My time, sanity, and health fighting for the truth to be acknowledged

I Hired a Doctor to Prove the Truth

In response to Ben’s public radio station denial, I spent even more money — hiring a medical expert and witness doctor to review my mother’s health and provide professional testimony.

The doctor confirmed what I already knew:

My mother’s immune system was broken down from long-term mold exposure.

Her death was not caused by her diabetes or blood pressure.

It was caused by infection, septic shock, and bedsores, because her body could no longer fight off anything — the mold had already been doing that to her for years

The death certificate confirms what the landlords refused to admit.

Even her mental health had declined — with symptoms like depression and anxiety, which are consistent with long-term mold exposure in elderly individuals.

⚠️ Then They Made Me Pay to Escape It

After confirming black mold in the original unit, I had no choice but to move.

But instead of helping me — Noah’s Frederick charged me:

First month’s rent
Last month’s rent
The current month’s rent

Just to move into another unit that was supposed to be “clean” — but was actually:

Roach-infested
Full of electrical issues
Still contaminated with hidden mold inside the walls
Surrounded by aggressive, problematic tenants

This happened 9 days before Christmas, after I’d already waited over a month and a half for Greg to prepare the unit.

And I only stayed with Noah’s Frederick because I had a deposit — and I thought surely, moving to a different building would give my family a better chance at safety.

I was wrong

🧠The Mental Toll: What Mold, Grief, and Silence Did to Me

I haven’t just survived physical conditions — I’ve survived a mental and emotional war. Mold doesn’t just weaken your body. It tears apart your mind, your mood, and your ability to keep going.

For years, I’ve struggled with:

Chronic depression and anxiety
Severe social isolation and panic attacks
Headaches, nausea, and brain fog so heavy it’s paralyzing
Constantly being sick with bronchitis, pneumonia, and breathing issues
Ongoing weight fluctuations, exhaustion, and physical weakness

And through it all, I kept working over 50 hours a week. I didn’t miss work.

I was expected to show up, act normal, and tolerate a toxic job that constantly devalued me — even when my mother was dying.

🗣️ Watching My Mother Suffer — And Still Having to Fight

While my mother was dying, I still had to go to work.

The hospital told me she was about to take her last breath, and my job refused to let me go.

I worked overnight shifts, and then rushed to the hospital during the day — just to be her only advocate, because the system kept failing her.

Even after everything she went through at the nursing home, I had to make sure she wasn’t abused in the hospital too. She wasn’t just being neglected physically — she was suffering emotionally. And so was I.

I carried all of that alone — while being ignored, belittled, and disrespected daily by coworkers and managers.

🗣️ The Doctor Who Dismissed It All — And Was Later Indicted

My mother’s primary care provider in Frederick, Dr. Haque, refused to take any of the mold reports seriously. I brought him our test results. I brought him the toxicology report. I told him about the symptoms. I begged him to help treat the mold in her system.

He ignored it all.

She couldn’t switch doctors, because the nursing home required her to stay with her assigned provider or be discharged. And so, we were stuck with a man who repeatedly failed to care for her.

Then in January 2025, Dr. Haque was indicted for rape and overmedication of patients in Frederick.

And I wasn’t surprised.

He had made both my mother and me feel uncomfortable and violated, and I had already stopped seeing him personally long before. But my mother was trapped, and I couldn’t get her out of his care because of insurance. It was terrifying and enraging — to know a predator like that was one of the very people ignoring the evidence that could’ve saved her.

🗣️ Mold Next to My Son’s Toddler Bed

One of the worst outbreaks of mold was in my bedroom wall — right next to my son’s toddler bed.

He was breathing it in every night. I was sleeping next to it. I was inhaling it in silence while trying to hold everyone else together.

No wonder I couldn’t focus. No wonder I couldn’t breathe.

And no wonder I felt like I was losing my mind.

The headaches, the nausea, the mood swings — they weren’t in my head.

They were in the walls. In the vents. In our lungs. And in our lives.

💖✌🏼 Giving Back When I Had Nothing to Give

Even while I was battling toxic mold exposure, financial hardship, and the heartbreaking loss of my mother, I never stopped giving back to others. I organized drug-free and alcohol-free events to make recovery look inviting and accessible — safe spaces for people trying to rebuild their lives. I worked closely with caseworkers to help women reunite with their children after completing rehab or treatment, and I supported countless community events and fundraisers, often using my own time, energy, and money to make them happen. I’ve helped people get hired at my job when they had nowhere else to turn, given rides to those who were destitute, and offered food, clothes, and resources even when I was struggling myself. I’ve been part of saving lives — emotionally, financially, spiritually. And I did it all while working in a toxic job that discriminated against me, where I could barely survive, but still gave what little I had. Because I know what it’s like to be at rock bottom and feel like no one sees you. And I refused to let anyone around me feel that way if I could help it. Espeacally in the Frederick Area MD......I'll KCB

Surviving the Sile🙏🏼nce: Jessica’s Story

I’ve lived in Frederick, Maryland since 2020. I’ve worked full-time, raised two boys alone, and cared for my mother through a serious health decline. All I wanted was a safe place to live and a chance to build something better. Instead, I was placed in housing managed by Noah’s Frederick Management — and that decision changed everything.

This page tells the full truth.

The things I fought through quietly.

The things people never saw.

The things I’m finally speaking out about.

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