Crazy Roommate Stories

[jackpackage200]

Do you have any stories about crazy roommates?

During my first semester as a college freshman. My roommate was this guy who seemed like a nice guy. He was not loud, obnoxious, or annoying. He was always out and about so I assumed he had a pretty active social life. When he was around, he would write in a notebook he had. One day, this girl stopped by and asked if my roommate was home because she wanted to tell him to leave her alone. Being absorbed in my school work, I did not pay too much attention to this. About a week later I noticed my roommate had left his notebook on the floor. I opened it. To my horror, he had been stalking several girls on campus and he had used the notebook to document their schedules, their friends and their "daily activities". I went to the RA and showed him the notebook. Thankfully, the administration kicked him out. Thankfully, I have never seen him again.

 

[SckizoBoy]

Only ever had one room-mate, and she, like me, was completely crazy.

No real stories per se, just the fact that she tended to freak out people who visited who didn't know her...

 

[DANEgerous]

Once i had a roommate who I swear was a closet case, he keep me up once by dancing in his boxers to Justin Bieber.

He also abused likely abused Codeine and one time did so while high, he called me Isac and ask me where i had 57 kilos of pot and "the crystal spike" whatever the fuck that is. He talked so mush about the pot the cops came over and raided the apartment for drugs but left after they noted my roommate was clearly high as the mother fucking moon and took him to jail.

Another roommate also high put dish soap in place of dish washing liquid and folded our apartment with bubbles

yet another got drunk and caused around 5 grand in damages and demanded he owned the university he was attending.

Me? as far as I know i have personalty done nothing which is why out of the 4 I have had the only sane one roomed with me once we found a place.

 

[Scarim Coral]

I don't really have a story but I did learn one strange thing about one of my roommates.

In my third year at Uni one of my roommates was a alright guy who was studying a music related degee and he end up with the biggest bedroom out of the three (I end up getting the smallest bedroom as usual). Seriously his room was so big he brought his mattress instead of using the Uni bed in his room. I rarely enter his room except when he got Halo 3 during the first few weeks of arrival.

Sometime later his alarm clock was on and woke me up. It appear his alarm doesn't turn itself off as it keep going several minutes later.

I had enough of it and knock on his door. I kind of knock the door hard enough to notice that it was open (it's not against the rule to leave your door open when you're out but it will invalid your insurance).

I decided to quickly enter his room since clearly he wasn't inside and turn it off. To my horror when I enter his room it was complete mess. To describle how much of a mess his room is, to clearly put it, his room was like that girl room who Ross was dating in the shows Friends. I tip toe around the stuff on the room and turn the alarm off which he put it by the window and quickly got out of there. That was the last time I ever entered into his room again.

EDIT-Oh yeah there were also these three roommates I had during my second year.
On that year I went to a different accomdation campus which the each building accomandate 12 students. Out of the 11 I got along with 4 of them while the other 4 were briefly at best (the type who I make only small talks to) and there there were these three.
One was a fat chick, the other was gay and lastly a girl with the most annoying scream. Ok I admit I got along with them at first when I first move in as they seen to be the wild bunch but I will soon regret it.
To sum it up they were the load party type who never leave their door closed. Apparently they never got the idea that people tend to sleep during the night as they work me up 3 am in the morning so I wrote on the notice board to keep it down. They went apeshit about it just because I never told them face to face (I'm antisocial).
Anyway the worst thing they did was I was alseep until I notice a driping sound, I turn the light on and notice the ceiling was leaking meaning something is amist in the kichen above my room. I went to investigate only to find those three were drunk and has a water fight to the point that most of the kichen was one big puddle. Sure they say sorry and help to block the drip but I'm sure they acted like that to get me to not report on them to the admin which I did (I regret for not reporting it to them).
Sometime later to my surpise it turn out that fat chick was infact a guy (a roommate from that building told me the truth)! No I don't mean he's a cross dresser or had a operation to be female, he really did look like a girl (he had a girly like voice).

 

[Tuesday Night Fever]

My freshman year at university I got paired up with a roommate who typically went a week or longer without showering, regularly went out drinking and wouldn't come back to the dorm for days, did nothing but watch SitComs (stuff like "Friends" or "Will and Grace") when he was actually around, and called home to complain about everything and how miserable he was because the university wasn't enough of a 'party school' for his tastes.

I had nothing in common with the guy. Nothing. I think we only exchanged maybe five or six sentences worth of speech with each other over the course of the entire year.

Thankfully the people that I found to be my roommates for the other three years were awesome.

 

[Launcelot111]

I had one roommate who got super drunk and realized he hated all Asians. A few minutes later, he remembered that he was Asian and promptly cried for a solid hour.

The same roommate found a way to one day pass out at noon while mid-bite with a cheeseburger.

I've been lucky in that all my roommates have been drunken buffoons instead of sociopaths

 

[Esotera]

In my first year of uni we had a Chinese guy who would leave wasps in glasses of tea on the side. There was also a Swedish guy in the house next to us who would regularly have very loud sex with the curtains wide open, which was a massive tactical error considering half of us had a view into his room.

Nothing really that bad though, and I'm thankful for it.

 

[LittleThestral]

A girl took over my former roommate's room a year and a half ago. She seemed alright, if a bit odd. Pretty soon, though, I started realizing that my food was being eaten and my laundry supplies were being used up a lot quicker than normal. I thought I was just imagining things, at least until she moved out two months after moving in and stole EVERY LAST ONE of my pots and pans. Why my pots and pans? Damned if I know, but she stole my other roommate's cooking supplies, too.

I emailed her for a week and a half and only got a few things back, and I finally told her that if she didn't return my shit, I would go to the cops, because the way that she stole my shit constitutes a felony in my state. She finally returned most of my stuff, but what got me is that when she returned for the rest of her shit, she not only brought a small cadre of friends but TWO POLICE OFFICERS.

The cops were nice enough, though. They basically told me (not her) to call them if I needed them later that day, when she would pick up her furniture. It was a very strange day.

 

[Random Argument Man]

Oh... I had my stories http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.249874-Quitting-smoking-and-why-I-cant-do-it.

(FYI, I've changed roommate and I quitted smoking a long time ago).

 

[bernardblack]

Had to move out of my apartment halfway through the semester last year because my room mate was a nutcase who called her mom and got her to fly from California to Texas just because my mom and grandmother came to visit for the weekend and I didn't tell her. We weren't even at the apartment that much, they weren't spending the night there, and she brought people over all the time without bothering to tell me. We had to call the cops because it ended in a massive brawl.

Her mother bit me on the hand and told me I didn't have any manners. She's a fifty year old woman who thinks it's acceptable to bite someone not even half her age and I don't have any manners. I felt bad for the cops that had to deal with our case. It ended up being a 2 hour ordeal because my room mate and her mom refused to cooperate.

She blocked me on Facebook and told everyone I jumped her.

Oh, and it was the weekend before my birthday. I moved out and got a one bedroom apartment the next week. I've only seen her once since then, and I walked away before she saw me.

 

[DoPo]

Well, first year in Uni, I lived in one of the most despicable accommodations, in the last block ever one the last floor ever and all my flatmates were 1. male 2. retarded. One morning I got a note from the Uni halls of residence that there had been an "incident" last night and the microwave had to be replaced. The note finished with the full cost which was over £100[footnote]new microwave + cleaning + other stuff. The new microwave was about 40-50 quid, I'm still not sure where they got the rest of the charge from[/footnote] and that they'd charge the whole floor if nobody contacted them with information about the guilty people. I didn't actually know anything, so in the end we all got charged. Oh, and the incident? Somebody put an electronic darts board in the microwave.

Another time, one of my flatmates came back seriously drunk and decided to put shoes on the stove. They weren't even his shoes - he just found another guys shoes (which were in front of the guy's door) and for some reason decided to be helpful and leave them in the kitchen. And the stove was turned on (I'm not sure if he did it, or it was just hot because somebody used it recently...after midnight). Me and a couple of other people fought hard to keep the fire alarm from going off (because fuck standing out in the cold for an hour or so at 2 in the morning) - the whole kitchen was filled with smoke and the smell of burned rubber. And of course, we couldn't open the window properly because it only opened the top part just slightly (suicide prevention...). We couldn't even open the door properly, because the Uni had recently installed a gadget to sound an alarm if it stays open for too long (because it's a fire door and should be kept closed...).

One morning, when I was going out, I say that something happened the previous night. To this day, I have no idea what but imagine a gruesome murder scene - blood and body parts all over. Well it looked like that but the victim was a plant. There was dirt, leaves and branches scattered around.

I saw one of my floormates' rooms - imagine you got all your clothes on a big pile in the middle of your room. Now imagine you also put an explosive in that pile and detonated it (without causing damage and burns). That's how his room looked like.

One night my floormates were chasing each other along the corridor. One of them was trying to whip the others with his belt (I don't know why and I don't care). He managed to get one of the fleeing ones and that got the guy so pissed, he decided to return the favour with the fire extinguisher (yeah...). And surprise, surprise - the fire extinguisher isn't precisely made to be pulled out and hit people with - it went off and worse still, the model wasn't made to ever stop if it was used. So the whole floor was going to be charged again. We weren't, though. Only the following year I found out why - the guys swapped out fire extinguisher with another from the floor below us.

 

[swolf]

Well, there was the loser who claimed he would get a job (never did), claimed he contributed (yeah, he walked to the gas station and bought sodas and snacks...but with my change), and claimed to be smooth with the ladies (was not, more like he would see me flirt with a woman, get upset that the woman was more interested in me...I am more fit, practice good hygiene, etc...pout, go to another room and punch the wall repeatedly while complaining how life was so unfair to him and complaining until the woman left... There was a number of other things which resulted in me telling him to get a job and shape up or get out. He said he didn't have to because his name was on the lease...which gave me a simple solution (I pay rent, he can't). I told the landlord to take my name off the lease because I was moving out. When he left, I threw all of his clothes and junk in to trashbags along with the used Q-tips he left by the bathroom sink, and the contents of the ashtrays and threw it all out. I packed my stuff (which took about 5 minutes because it was my first place and "all my stuff" consisted of an inflatable mattress that doubled as couch, a tv, a PS2, some games and accessories, some food, basic kitchenware, clothes, and towels...that was about it. A few years later, my wife, child, and I moved in with another couple who had a kid that was about the same age. The other couple both worked as did I. My wife was a stay at home mom. They explained that we should split the rent 3 ways and that my wife would watch their kid for free...ha! Yeah, if she is going to watch YOUR kid, then YOU are going to pay her for her work. That means, I pay a 1/4 of the rent, NOT 1/3. That other 1/4 should be their responsibility...they never understood this basic math. The other father NEVER cleaned which caused a few arguments, the other mother was also lazy and would call her family and "friends" she hadn't talked to in years to come over and help her clean. Oh, she explained to these working guests that the mess was because "well, you know how it is when you have roommates"...at which point my wife came out of the bedroom, looked around at the PILE of dishes that filled the sink and covered the counter, said "I'm sorry, I'll clean the mess that we made and are responsible for." Then she grabbed the lighter that she had left on the counter and went back to the room. I could go on and on...if you want to hear more, let me know. Otherwise, I'll end my story here. Oh, and they didn't believe in modern medicine...which was fun...also, their kid was PSYCHOTIC. Yeah, I have a young child and have been around other young children and NONE of them were as bad as that child was ever, and he was ALWAYS like that...I work with TWO noisy mechanical saws which are easier to deal with than that child.

 

[Mondai Randy]

Well, there was the loser who claimed he would get a job (never did), claimed he contributed (yeah, he walked to the gas station and bought sodas and snacks...but with my change), and claimed to be smooth with the ladies (was not, more like he would see me flirt with a woman, get upset that the woman was more interested in me...I am more fit, practice good hygiene, etc...pout, go to another room and punch the wall repeatedly while complaining how life was so unfair to him and complaining until the woman left... There was a number of other things which resulted in me telling him to get a job and shape up or get out. He said he didn't have to because his name was on the lease...which gave me a simple solution (I pay rent, he can't). I told the landlord to take my name off the lease because I was moving out. When he left, I threw all of his clothes and junk in to trashbags along with the used Q-tips he left by the bathroom sink, and the contents of the ashtrays and threw it all out. I packed my stuff (which took about 5 minutes because it was my first place and "all my stuff" consisted of an inflatable mattress that doubled as couch, a tv, a PS2, some games and accessories, some food, basic kitchenware, clothes, and towels...that was about it. A few years later, my wife, child, and I moved in with another couple who had a kid that was about the same age. The other couple both worked as did I. My wife was a stay at home mom. They explained that we should split the rent 3 ways and that my wife would watch their kid for free...ha! Yeah, if she is going to watch YOUR kid, then YOU are going to pay her for her work. That means, I pay a 1/4 of the rent, NOT 1/3. That other 1/4 should be their responsibility...they never understood this basic math. The other father NEVER cleaned which caused a few arguments, the other mother was also lazy and would call her family and "friends" she hadn't talked to in years to come over and help her clean. Oh, she explained to these working guests that the mess was because "well, you know how it is when you have roommates"...at which point my wife came out of the bedroom, looked around at the PILE of dishes that filled the sink and covered the counter, said "I'm sorry, I'll clean the mess that we made and are responsible for." Then she grabbed the lighter that she had left on the counter and went back to the room. I could go on and on...if you want to hear more, let me know. Otherwise, I'll end my story here.

I would like to know of your stories , as far as roommates go,I've never had roommates since I live near my college, I just had some crazy friends(but shit happened, so yeah)

 

[Blade1130]

Only roommate I ever had was staying for a month at USC for a summer program. Guy had never been outside of India, though he did go to a British school and spoke English reasonably well, but he was as much a tourist as a student. There are too many stories to say, I'll just bring up the stupidest and for some reason shortest one. He kept telling me he had these pants that were extremely fire resistant, and you could light then and have the fire burn for several minutes without any damage to the pants. I told him cool, don't show me that. He decided to show me that.

One day I heard a kind of zip sound repeatedly and then heard the lighting of a match. I turned around and there he was with his pants on the bed someone he was talking to on Skype watching from his comp and him putting the match to the pants. The only plus I can think of here is that he was not currently wearing the pants he was lighting on fire, but that is the only positive I can get from this. I had the most natural reaction I possibly could have, I freaked the hell out. I didn't grab the pants and try to put it out, because I was afraid he'd try and stop me and ultimately end up with the pants on the ground lighting the floor on fire. Eventually he realized he was being a complete dumbass and wrapped the pants onto itself smothering out the flame. Admittedly though, the pants were spotless afterwards.

 

[swolf]

Well, there was the loser who claimed he would get a job (never did), claimed he contributed (yeah, he walked to the gas station and bought sodas and snacks...but with my change), and claimed to be smooth with the ladies (was not, more like he would see me flirt with a woman, get upset that the woman was more interested in me...I am more fit, practice good hygiene, etc...pout, go to another room and punch the wall repeatedly while complaining how life was so unfair to him and complaining until the woman left... There was a number of other things which resulted in me telling him to get a job and shape up or get out. He said he didn't have to because his name was on the lease...which gave me a simple solution (I pay rent, he can't). I told the landlord to take my name off the lease because I was moving out. When he left, I threw all of his clothes and junk in to trashbags along with the used Q-tips he left by the bathroom sink, and the contents of the ashtrays and threw it all out. I packed my stuff (which took about 5 minutes because it was my first place and "all my stuff" consisted of an inflatable mattress that doubled as couch, a tv, a PS2, some games and accessories, some food, basic kitchenware, clothes, and towels...that was about it. A few years later, my wife, child, and I moved in with another couple who had a kid that was about the same age. The other couple both worked as did I. My wife was a stay at home mom. They explained that we should split the rent 3 ways and that my wife would watch their kid for free...ha! Yeah, if she is going to watch YOUR kid, then YOU are going to pay her for her work. That means, I pay a 1/4 of the rent, NOT 1/3. That other 1/4 should be their responsibility...they never understood this basic math. The other father NEVER cleaned which caused a few arguments, the other mother was also lazy and would call her family and "friends" she hadn't talked to in years to come over and help her clean. Oh, she explained to these working guests that the mess was because "well, you know how it is when you have roommates"...at which point my wife came out of the bedroom, looked around at the PILE of dishes that filled the sink and covered the counter, said "I'm sorry, I'll clean the mess that we made and are responsible for." Then she grabbed the lighter that she had left on the counter and went back to the room. I could go on and on...if you want to hear more, let me know. Otherwise, I'll end my story here.

I would like to know of your stories , as far as roommates go,I've never had roommates since I live near my college, I just had some crazy friends(but shit happened, so yeah)

Okay, well, we moved out of that place and that lazy guy decided that he would go off to the Army. We stopped by the old apartment about two weeks after he left for Basic Training ("Boot Camp") to drop off a GPS we had borrowed when we discovered that the woman now had a new boyfriend...who had moved in. She didn't exactly admit that they were a couple but the fact that she admitted that he was the one to paint "I love you" on the wall was a bit of a hint. So, her husband continues in the Army and ends up coming back as a Ranger...or SF...one of those. Surprised everyone. Well, he finds out about the "other guy" (in the Army the "other guy" is called "Jody" so I'll call him that so the story is easier to understand). So, Army guy wants to keep the family together so he stays with his unfaithful wife. A few weeks later, there was an incident in which Army guy decided to have a big romantic evening for his wife. Well, she responded with "You're just trying to be like Jody." That was the last straw. He left her and took the child (she gave up the rights quickly after admitting that she had "purposedly gotten pregnant by whoever would give her a child bc she just wanted someone to love her"...I wish I was making this up. But wait, there's more!!! Yeah, they get worse. Apparently, Jody felt demasculated when he heard from mutual friends of the various crazy heroic acts of Army guy so he marries the adulteress and joins the Army...yeah, he's not that good at noticing patterns. Um...haven't heard much from them since I got tired of the crazy soap opera drama. I could go on and on with other crazy stories but they're not roommate related so I'd put them in a PM if you want more.

 

[renegade7]

Another roommate also high put dish soap in place of dish washing liquid and folded our apartment with bubbles

Now that's not a bad idea....

OT: Nothing too crazy, except one guy who was clearly addicted to porn.

 

[Sansha]

I don't have room-mates, but I've had tenants. It's been... interesting. They're almost all college-age people, due to the proximity to the university.

Usually when they move out, they take or leave things. In one place, over the years it's accumulated a fully-complimented kitchen - utensils, pots and pans etc, from one or two items left by people moving out.
One family came in, stayed a few months, and took the lot with them. I didn't mind since it wasn't mine, and I didn't have a case to reclaim it either, but still.

But then there's the couple who, when they left, took EVERYTHING, even:
Curtains, light-bulbs, carpet, doorknobs, some wallpaper, two windows complete with joinery, the toilet cistern, basically anything that wasn't nailed down, and some stuff that was. I got it all back plus repairs; they claimed ignorance saying they thought they were allowed to take anything in the place.

There's the girl who burned all her ex-boyfriend's stuff in the living room and destroyed the ceiling, the guy who created a sea of beer cans in the bedroom, the many people who've cooked drugs in the kitchen...

But easily my favorite was the guy who used the kitchen sink as his toilet because he'd been molested in the bathroom a lot when he was a kid and was afraid of them. He kept it clean and sanitary, but... he left on his own volition shortly after I found out. Poor fella; I'd have let him stay.

 

[Doclector]

Well, I am the crazy flatmate. Luckily, in a good way.

Then there's the other crazy flatmate who is basically a complete arsehole. He basically expects everyone to conform to his living standards. Considering he doesn't drink, only likes terrible jokes, doesn't wash himself, doesn't wash his stuff, borrows stuff without asking blatantly, then denies it, and is essentially anti-fun, we don't get along with him.

It wasn't for not trying of course. We really tried to bring him out of shell, or at least not hate him, but he was so counter productive. He literally thinks he can't be friends with anyone who doesn't share his lifestyle, up to and including the not drinking thing and the fact that he's a furry. He spent the first two weeks constantly moaning about how the uni was in some way racist for not having a furry society.

DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against furries, but this one can go die in a fire.