I lived in a four bedroom townhouse a few years ago. I lived there for three years, had five roommates, two landlords, one burglary, one found TV (seriously, someone just left a 32" TV on our porch), and three fires.
The one fire that most directly affected me was when our neighbor fell asleep smoking. I wake up in the morning to my roommates pounding on my door and seeing the balcony of the bedroom across the way engulfed in flames. We get out and watch as the fire department pulls up and charges into our neighbor's and our units. As I am watching the flames lick away at our part of the building I see the screen door of the third floor balcony fly across the sky as a torrent of water erupts from the door.
In the end, we had a charred balcony, two holes punched in the wall (checking for smoldering I guess) and a busted ass patio door (didn't open the door, just busted out the window). The landlord had a patch over the holes and a new door installed that day. The neighbor's unit had two bedrooms completely gutted by the fire. We were in the local paper and my quote made me look like bigger idiot than usual. Technically, there were two burglaries at the complex. Although we were burgled (not robbed, the 911 operator was kind enough to explain the difference to me) earlier that year, someone went into the rubble of the burned out unit and stole their TV the night after the fire.