Roommate Horror Stories

My room mate problems aren't anything too dramatic. Probably typical bad room mate stuff.

I just moved to college into a two bedroom apartment that you paid rent by the room, so if no one was living in the other room you didn't have to pay for it. All expenses included, which was totally sweet. The first guy that moved in was a stranger I didn't know. He seemed friendly enough but didn't make as much of an effort to get to know me like I was trying to get to know him. Whatever no big deal. However I would come home some nights to see him with shirts on hangers hanging from our ceiling fan. He was trying to start his own line of shirts that he could sell. He had a stencil with his company logo with a spray bottle of bleach, which he would spray onto the stencil and get his logo on there. The living room pretty much stunk and I don't know about anybody else but his shirts were just plain hideous. A friend of mine who had started talking to him while I was out running an errand was told that he didn't like the fact that I was home every time he came home, which for some reason he thought was awkward. Thought that was a really weird reason and plus it was my first semester at college so I would study in my room a lot. Luckily after the semester he moved in with some friends of his. Good riddance.

That summer I didn't have a room mate which was really awesome. A two bedroom apartment all to myself!

Next semester I move in with one of my friends that I met in college. We would hang out every night and have friends over. It was a good time, but he was just a freaking pig when it came to cleaning up after himself. Dirty dishes and pans would stay in the sink for days on end until I cleaned them up. I told him several times to clean up after himself because it would be really embarrassing. I would have friends or potential girl friends over commenting all the time on how there was a huge pile of dishes in the sink. He cleaned up after himself for like the next day and then it was back to square one. After a year he moved home and I had to move to a different apartment.

This apartment was a four bedroom apartment which was also pay by the room. Good part about this place was that one bedroom was a handicap room so we would never have anybody in there and it was an open extra bedroom for guests. My room was right next to the living room, which was nice because if I needed to get something out of there while in the living room my room was right there. My first room mates were strangers that I didn't know but they were friends. It was ok at first, but a few problems arose. I would have some music on in my room and they would tell me to turn it down which I obliged. They would be playing Rock Band on the living room TV or playing music with 3 or 4 other friends in there and when I would tell them to turn it down they would for a few minutes and then it was back up again. I kind of let this slide because I figured I should have known what I was getting into with having a room right next to the living room. That was until I noticed some of my groceries were going missing. A loaf of bread, a bag of chips, some soda, and other items were just disappearing. I went grocery shopping one Friday so that I wouldn't have to do it when I got back from going home that weekend. I had a package of boneless skinless chicken breasts in the freezer that I wanted to use for fajitas on Monday night. I open the freezer to see its gone and I get freaking pissed. I confronted the female room mate and asked her which one of them ate my damn chicken breast. I was absolutely positive that I had bought some (still had the receipt) but when I confronted them about it they "didn't have any idea what I was talking about". They ended up moving out and breaking their lease because they said that the apartment kept turning their electricity off and "****ing with them". After I came back to the apartment from another weekend at home I was greeted to an empty apartment which I then proceeded to frolic and dance through in celebration that they were gone.

My last set of room mates were much more friendly than my last set of room mates. We didn't hang out or anything but were very social with each other when we saw each other. The best part was they loved to play poker, which I am an avid poker player. We would get about 8 or 9 people together for a poker game and it was a blast. My only gripe with them was that they smoked weed in one of the bedrooms and when they did the stench just ran through the entire apartment. I didn't complain about that because I figured I only had one more semester here before I graduated so I knew I could just put up with it for a little while. Plus they were probably the coolest room mates I had since I had been to college.

Anyways I know that was long. I tend to rant on.

I had a roommate once who was a complete and utter pig, barely worked, spent what money he had on bowling, and was addicted to porn.

Our lodger is like that, but replace the bowling with D&D, WoW and other similar stuff!

And fortunately not a porn addict

Just an untidy lazy git who keeps asking to borrow money off me and my GF

I had a roommate who feel in love with me and when I refused her advances she went psycho and pulled knives on me, and smeared my name so bad that it cost me a job. Another one accused me of stealing her stuff when I moved out, which is the opposite I left her so many things that were actually mine. I had one who who constantly ask me for money and to buy things for the house after she quit her job and then had the nerve to tell people i never paid for anything. I left when her drug addict boyfriend stole money i had given her out of her purse and then blamed me for it. Lived with my sister and her husband. they made me pay half the rent plus treated me horribly.

I have never had a roommate who didnt end up going psycho on me or **** me over. Even where I live now i get yelled at for everything, and they throw out healthy food i buy for myself so they have room for their crap. I have been saving up for a while to try and move out on my own because honestly i dont trust anyone enough to not **** me over.

Moved into a college apartment complex, where they 'interview' you and throw you into an apartment where they think you'll fit in.. So I didn't know either of my roommates.

First night I was there, walked out into the kitchen to find my roommate drunkenly hanging over the sink with her boobs hanging over the top of her dress, a mug of coffee in her hand, and some mystery pan of something smoking on the stove. To this day, we still can't figure out what she was doing.

I have two stories. Made me furious at the time, but now they are kinda funny.

My Junior year 7 friends rented a house together. Things were rocky but ok. Well summer came, only two of us stay and the other rooms became subletted. The upper floor had three guys from a frat. The lower floor had three girls. One of the girls was having a birthday party and we made it a big deal. That night of the party, also happened to be the night that our house became the summer off campus house for the frat. The party turned into a disaster. They mad a mess playing beer pong, ate all the cake (with their hands), and trashed the house. We left to get away from the disaster and when we came back no guys to be found but their left their mess for us to clean up.

Last year I transferred to a University closer to home and moved in with two guys whom a close friend recommend. The bathroom situation was a little awkward. There were three bedrooms and one bathroom. However, the bathroom was located between two bedrooms and there was no access to it from a common room. Weird, but what made it horrible was that the roommate who didn't live in an joining bedroom to the bathroom had horrible stomach issues that made he need to use the bathroom all the time. He would just run into my room all the time. Studying, sleeping, changing... didn't matter. He would supposedly knock, but never waited for me to respond. He also kicked me out of the bathroom several times. Pretty frequently when I was in the shower. Awkward. He also could only eat meat, eggs, and some veggies. So our tiny kitchen was constantly over run with dirty dishes from his cooking. Ok, guys will be guys. However I get sick to my stomach when I smell meat cooking and the kitchen constantly had that smell. By the end, I was only eating microwavable meals, changing in my 2 foot by 1 foot closet, and using a shampoo that was also a conditioner and body wash...

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I went in the right after him and the bathroom REEKED of chicken, so I ask about it and he's washing his chicken plates IN MY BATHTUB and I had to threaten eviction to get him to use the kitchen sink

Wtf?
Why on earth would someone wash dishes in a bathtub?
Was there no kitchen sink?

I honestly can't understand this.

We weren't living together yet, but the process up to getting a place was a nightmare.

I had been searching for someone reliable to move in with and went through different sources to find a roommate. I was standing up in a wedding and the maid of honor overheard me talking about needing to find someone to live with. She recommended her sister. We were setting up for the bridal shower, so the sister came to the banquet hall. We talked for a while and were getting along really well. We each addressed some of our concerns to each other but decided that this would work out for the best.

We tried getting a duplex, which we were denied for. No problem. We kept looking and corresponding with each other daily about places to look at or listings available. I wound up finding this amazing historic apartment in the downtown area. It had all original woodwork, the bedrooms were on opposite sides of the apartment, and it had a 4 seasons room. This thing was AH-MAZ-ING. And downtown?! What more could you ask for.

I told her about it and she was a bit disinterested. Her big concern was that it didn't have a dishwasher. (Come on, really? You can't be a big girl and wash your bowl and spoon?) But nevertheless, time was coming to and end on her lease and she really wanted to move away from her live-in boyfriend. I talked her into this apartment. It's DOWNTOWN and it's in our price range. We each filled out our application and submitted the fee. I even went out of my way to drive the 20 miles back and forth to drop her application off.

Because our credit was not so good, the landlord wanted 3x the security up front, coming to $2400. I had my half of the money, so I figured she would as well. We'd been talking for 2 months straight, every single day, constantly about living together. And even though $2400 is a bit high, when you break it down, you've already paid your first and last and you'll get $800 back, so realistically, you're not putting anything down.

Well, when I told her about what the landlord needed up front, she said "Oh, I only have $200." Excuse me? $200? How the hell did you think you were going to move? A hotel will put a $200 hold on your credit card just to rent a room for the night! Come on, man. $200? She says "Oh I was going to borrow the rest." Ok, if you have to borrow $1000 to move in, you are NOT ready to move out. At all. I was so furious and she couldn't understand why. I told her I was out money because of her and she wasted my time for 2 months straight. She said "Oh well I didn't want the place anyway. It doesn't have a dishwasher."

So... I got my own place.

Wow she sounds like a lazy *****. Good riddance to her. She knew how much money she'd have to chip in and she only had 200? Wow. Good thing you got your own place.