What’s your best flatmate from hell story??
Posted by BeneficialJuice2878@reddit | AskUK | View on Reddit | 176 comments
I think everyone has had a flatmate that made shared living a total nightmare. What’s your best (worst) story?
Chance-Bread-315@reddit
Lived briefly with a girl who had two guinea pigs and a bird living in the shared living/dining room. They shat truly everywhere (mainly the guinea pigs, but sometimes the bird too!)
I had to ask her to come back and clean an additional 2x after she moved out bc I was finding guinea pig poo under sofa cushions etc.
RebeccaCheeseburger@reddit
So I got a room from an ad in Tesco (when they’d put up room to rent or dog for sale hand written cards) and I moved in and it was absolutely fine, although I was young and always very nervous on my own (lived by myself from 17)
So this guy moved in the house, and he seemed normal enough, looked inconspicuous, but id hear him talking to himself, either muttering incoherently or shouting late at night, walking in and out his room, that was the only time I started locking my bedroom door. And this was 2001 so before people were always on their phone or voice noting.
He was always polite to me, but was certainly strange.
Didn’t stay long! And didn’t seem to bring a lot of belongings with him.
It is crazy to think, you could just apply to rent a room and no checks, they’d just go off first impressions.
Careful_Feedback_168@reddit
Easy at uni first year. A flatmate thought it would be a good idea to roll in the hay with a girl he met one night who he was told she was 18 despite showing no proof (she looked very young apparently). He nearly got her pregnant.
Another story surrounding him funny enough also involved him being inconsiderate to others who wanted sleep and actually do well at uni and not shag around. He was so bummed that he was having fun with his "gf" I think she was just a fuckbuddy when he got interrupted by the fire alarm going off and blamed me for it despite me sleeping at 5am.
Could go on and on but put it this way, along with many other things he would do including destroying the kitchen when he was drunk and threw up everywhere he was overall not nice to be around and I was often crashing out in the middle of classes due to lack of sleep. I became addicted to energy drinks just to function.
No-Skin-1486@reddit
Oh also had a lodger for a bit when my husband and I first bought our house. He worked nights and we worked days so tbh was pretty perfect.
He was happy to occasionally dogsit if we went away and in fact we didn't charge him for the time we were away on honeymoon. When we got back though there was no loo roll. We'd got the 48 pack the month before from Costco and there was just a few sheets left. Still don't know and would rather not think what went on there.
g00gleb00gle@reddit
Similar lodger as me. Would go through toilet role. In the end had to stop buying it communally as he would use 1 - 2 rolls a day as it was costing me as much as they paid rent.
Far-Opportunity-2536@reddit
My current one.
He masturbates loudly in the shower 😭
Then denies it saying he was just yawning.
Aye mate.. for twenty minutes straight.
ipdipdu@reddit
The woman who moved in then 2 weeks later asked if her friend could come stay for an amount of time that she wasn’t sure about but no more than 2 weeks. Two days after the guest arrived I came home to another person who’d come to stay. Turns out flatmate didn’t know second guest very well but had accepted her as a favour to a friend.
They then hinted that they needed the bigger room as they were sharing one tiny room. 2 days after second guest arrived I got home at 3am to find the police outside the house with one of the guest’s in the back of the police car absolutely wasted. Carried her in to find the 3 of them had wrecked the entire flat including my room. Next day chucked out the guests and told flatmate she needed to find somewhere else. She asked for a few days to sort something out. She left and when I went into her room I found she had left dozens of empty crisp packets in a pile next to her bed, and inside some of the crisp packets were used tampons. She’d not even closed the packets over the tampons or wrapped them up, it was all clearly visible.
pronouncedshorsha@reddit
shared a flat on my year abroad with (among others) a scandinavian lass who was really into environmentalism, green activism etc. she was absolutely lovely, very tidy, a great cook - i got on with her really well. then one day i was making some pasta in the kitchen and she came in with a saucepan and asked if i minded if she put it on the hob next to mine. i said sure, go ahead. she filled it up with water, brought it to the boil.
then put her used menstrual cup in to wash.
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
That’s lowkey not that bad
That’s how you’re supposed to clean it and it’s not actually a health risk to you whatsoever so long as it doesn’t boil over into your pan
It is inconsiderate though and she seriously should have waited to have the kitchen alone to do that
pronouncedshorsha@reddit
i'm not a prude, nor do i have the least squeamishness about periods. but i don't think it's unreasonable to not want to share cooking equipment with the inside of someone's vagina.
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
No one’s sharing cooking equipment, she used her own personal pan
pronouncedshorsha@reddit
??? when did i say it was a personal pan?? it was shared cooking equipment used by everyone in the house.
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
Oh my bad I read it wrong and also retract my previous statement lmao
She absolutely need to buy her own pan to be doing this in and also do it in privacy that’s so gross
Smellycooter123@reddit
that’s super messed up, if it was her own utensils fair enough though
Normal-Internal164@reddit
The one I caught wearing my tights
vnh0lyy@reddit
Moved into the house, she was already living there. 3 cats, entire house smelt like ammonia because she wouldn’t scoop their litter regularly. The longest she went was 16 days. She also didn’t do flea treatments on them, lo and behold we have an infestation. One day, I get to work, pour myself a drink and find a flea on it.
A flea had travelled on me, to my workplace 45 minutes away and jumped into my freshly poured drink.
Serious-Use4585@reddit
A friend had a uni house mate who kept bottles in the fridge that she used to drink from. After a night out about 3 months into term, she asked everyone where they kept their piss and why they didn’t chill it.
narnababy@reddit
She fucking WHAT
Serious-Use4585@reddit
She only realised it wasn’t normal for people to drink their own piss when she went to uni and lived with other people. She’d grown up in a house where that was normal so never had reason to question it.
shitty_zombies@reddit
Grown up in a house in Royston Vasey?
IdiotBearPinkEdition@reddit
Oh dear. It seems Benjamin thinks there’s something odd in drinking one’s own peewee.
RoyalCshev@reddit
thats honestly really sad, hopefully she learned though!
narnababy@reddit
Was she the child of Bear Grylls?
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
Excuse me what
Was she home schooled
ReasonableBee7744@reddit
wiiiiiiiilld !
ThrowawaySunnyLane@reddit
Mine is mild compared to some, I know. But it’s all I got.
First year of university, 6 of us to the flat. 2 fridges. I’m in one fridge, D is in another. I had got some shopping in. About a day later I go to make some toast. My butter isn’t in the fridge. Check the other fridge, it’s there with a monster chunk missing from the middle. I’m mildly annoyed but just move it back to mine.
Anyway, for about a week the butter keeps pivoting between each fridge and I’m just putting it down to someone being a cheapskate and thinking they can use other people’s shit. I don’t think to start an argument over it cause we don’t know people yet. I also don’t know who is taking it. Until one day, it’s in the other fridge and his name is written on the lid double underlined.
So I thought fuck it, let him have the butter, but I’ll write my name on everything that I’ve bought. I’ll be just as petty, don’t you worry.
He also randomly came in after me and one other flatmate ordered a Chinese and just started eating some of it that was on the side.
Anyway like I said, relatively tame.
DrummerOne6587@reddit
Ate all my cheese and never washed up
PanicIntelligent3173@reddit
Housemate failed drugs test whilst working for Network Rail. So he had to return to Ireland.
To try and get sympathy from the landlady he told her I was a drug dealer and heroin addict. Got a call from her telling me I had 2 days to move out. I explained his failed drug test as to why he left in a hurry.
She believed me and realised he was after getting his deposit back.
SedentorySensor77@reddit
It wasn’t hell, but it was a pain in the arse, living below a Kurdish family who were relatively pleasant and private, but didn’t speak any English, they wouldn’t hesitate to hoover 4am, hammer nails 2am, on and on, just no awareness. They moved out thankfully.
fulthrottlejazzhands@reddit
We had a Peruvian couple above us in a flat in SE London for a while. Lovely people, super nice and fun at building parties we and neighbours would host. Horrible to live below as they were extraordinarly noisy at random times.
We used to kid they had a single chair they used to drag around the flat to take turn sitting in. It was uncanny. Every night around 11pm, you'd hear what sounded like furniture being dragged from one side of the flat to the other, from room to room. When we asked frequently and pushed what the noise was (they were very friendly and we were on good terms), they would just shrug and say "Não sei".
It literally drove us to move.
Two_Flower_Nix@reddit
One flatmate stole all of my clothes (beside what I’d been wearing while I was out at work). She took every single item of clothing. Then flat-out denied that she’d been in my room, and that the skirt (my skirt) she was wearing was an old one of hers. Grr
Amata69@reddit
Omg! What did you do?
Two_Flower_Nix@reddit
I am a complete wimp so moved out about 2 weeks later (but I managed to sneak some of my favourite clothes out when she wasn’t paying attention).
Silent_Yesterday_671@reddit
Student halls in 1st year at Uni. Shared a room with what I thought was a genuinely lovely girl until I woke one morning and saw her sitting on the side of her bed, facing me, legs akimbo brushing out her pubes with an afro comb. She then stuck the comb in her head hair and wandered off to get dressed. Not a sight I ever wanted to see. Arranged a house share with other mates off campus as soon as. That was over 30 years ago but I remain haunted by it.
Alice_Da_Cat@reddit
Old flat mate threw up on a plate and left it there for a week... In a shared area, it absolutely stank. Claimed he was too ill to move it but still managed to go out drinking etc.
BenTheMotionist@reddit
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uneasy-chicken@reddit
I lived in a house at uni where one of the housemates hated the rest of us. She once put 'It wasn't me' by Shaggy on her CD player as loud as it would go on repeat. She then went out for 15 hours and locked her room. Tbh it was quite genius and I grudgingly respect it.
shitty_zombies@reddit
Wouldn't turning the power off at the fusebox momentarily fixed it?
BenTheMotionist@reddit
Instant off and on. Ney problem.
_oOo_iIi_@reddit
We smashed the door of a housemate who did this. Turned music off. Never discussed it with the housemate just carried on as normal after that.
OverlyAdorable@reddit
Where do I begin?
He would constantly have parties at inconvenient times and would lock us out the kitchen/flat all day and night.
He raped the kettle. I walked in to find him with his thing in the spout of a kettle and he was moving it back and forth. He (or one of his friends) then used the microwave as a toilet and raped the vacuum after using it as a toilet.
There was a shit left on the kitchen side one hot afternoon. It had reportedly been left there since the day before
He managed to get locked out in just his underwear at 3AM and vomited or shat on all of our neighbours' doors.
Caused someone to kick in and break the front door and refused to help police.
Kicked in the nextdoor neighbour's door because he was drunk and thought it was ours. He slept on their kitchen work surface in nothing but his urine soaked, shit stained underwear. He was not arrested but he had a black eye
Constantly stole from us. Also stole the communal TV provided by the housing company and, when told he couldn't keep it, tried selling it.
Failed his third foundation degree because he preferred to party to doing work. He was on his second at the time I lived with him. From what I later heard, he was kicked off his fourth for what I guess to be similar reasons to what's in this post.
He apparently tried taking driving lessons but was drunk whenever the instructors showed up so they would refuse to teach him. Somehow ended up with a spare key to my car and tried claiming he found it and did me a favour by returning it (he found out I drove but didn't know which car was mine or where I parked)
He almost caused the death of me and other room mates, all through different means. He was reported to the police but was not arrested.
Tried getting me to do his work for him during my busy exam/assignment period (the reason he tried to kill me).
He used the same plate every day without washing it. It was really encrusted with many sauces. He was constantly ill.
Somehow got wax all over the carpets despite never having anything with wax
He made a hole in his bedroom wall on the other side to me and his door, both at waist height. He apparently would put his thing through them both.
Tried raping someone. It was never proven so case dropped.
He then tried following me to my girlfriend's house. Police were involved due to previous point.
I really could go on but I won't. He was in constant trouble with the housing company but as they managed to get rent from him (well, his parents), they didn't want to evict him unless he got a criminal record or kicked out of university, both were somehow avoided
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
Surely he was addicted to meth, no one behaves like this unless they’re addicted to meth
OverlyAdorable@reddit
I did think drugs of some sort were involved but apparently, with the exception of alcohol, he was on nothing
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
Jesus Christ I’d like to blame it on mental illness but he found OTHER people who like to fuck inanimate kitchen objects??
OverlyAdorable@reddit
I also thought it was a mental illness but apparently, he was just a sick fuck
Weekly_Branch_1997@reddit
He was my lodger when I first got my own place. I would come home from work to find him and 15 of his mates doing cocaine off the kitchen worktops. Never had money to pay his rent. Would wake me at 3am to pay for his taxi.
Changed the locks on him and put his shit in bin bags eventually.
Far-Act-2803@reddit
I decided to lodge up with my best "mate" of many years. I was paying my rent. Hardly ever had gas, never had internet/tv, then he moved a lad in for free as he was hard up, who i caught making and smoking crack in the kitchen. Then he (my mate) had the cheek to ask to borrow money (always scrounging, paying back then scrounging again), told him "no". He then tried to put my rent up (told him to fuck off i'm moving). Turns out he wasnt paying the rent and im lucky the bailiffs didnt turn up and take my stuff. He was just spunking all his money on beer, weed and cocaine.
Suspicious-Part-8974@reddit
yeah once you get to surprise cocaine parties and 3am taxi requests it sounds like the locks changing themselves was only a matter of time
RunRevolutionary188@reddit
I think I might've been it? I don't know I lived with clean freaks who sent me passive aggressive texts abiut crumbs in the sink. A couple that lived downstairs snd basicalky treated the entire place like theirs and shooed me and my then partner out the room and was passive aggressive to me. I didn't know I had adhd and aurism and I kept getting told off for small things. It was like living with strict teachers and it set off my c-ptsd fawn like crazy. I'll grant I doubt I was a peach to live with bc I wasn't mentally well but Dsmn. I've never been in a house share with strangers since...
MagicCoat@reddit
Lived with a big guy and a few others, I only found out right after living with the big guy for 2 years at uni that he would always come home from being out and wipe his sweat with the teatowels we had out for drying dishes.
NorthernOverthinker@reddit
Oh sweet lord, I wish it was possible to unread things. My fault for being literate, I guess.
Yoguls@reddit
Have you got any examples, I've got this funny image of him eating your chorizo and replacing it with a spicy peperami
No-Extension-2378@reddit
That's cracked me up 😂 maybe he replaced fresh ravioli with tins of spaghetti hoops?
Spiritual-Touch908@reddit
I had a female flatmate who i caught blowing her nose on the teatowels. She would also dump full bin bags in the cupboard and let a joint of beef bleed all over the fridge. She moved out, claiming I was the unbearable one.
ElusiveQuant@reddit
the fuck? i mean.. why use tea towels when just comign in late and sweaty (I assuem drunk)? i understand to mop a brow when cooking in the kitchen or drying hands after washing but once its soiled it shoudl go for the wash not be put back onto counter to be used again
BeneficialJuice2878@reddit (OP)
Absolutely Disgusting…
Flashy-Nectarine1675@reddit
Phil McGregor, used to invite young girls into our flat. ( age 13/16).
I moved out, and reported him.
Double_Dealer_5892@reddit
who the fuk is phil McGregor
Flashy-Nectarine1675@reddit
My one time, POS flatmate.
snoopbeamish@reddit
Used to take a 30 min shit in our bathroom rather than his en suite every morning while I was rushing to get ready for work. Also used to clip his toenails in the shower and sprinkle them into the shower caddy/over my shampoo bar. I lasted a remarkable eight months living with him.
SmokyBarnable01@reddit
Flatmate turned out to be a heroin addict.
Left his 7 y/o daughter in my care on Christmas Day so he could go off and smoke gear. Wasn't seen for hours.
Moved out as soon as possible.
SmashtheBaddie@reddit
Trigger warning for SA
I (m)Bought my first house (small 2 bed terrace) and made the mistake of letting a good mate (m) take the small bedroom on mates rates. He always had money for designer stuff and fof big nights out but had to chase him each month for the 200 quid he owed me.
Few months in we went out with friends we had know for years and 1 of them got so wasted we took her back to ours.
The friend woke knowing something had happened but didnt know fully what or who. That lying cunt denied anything happened. Police interviewed both of us dna came back showing it was him and then he claimed it was consentual.
My lovely brave friend went through hell but stayed the course and the lying cunt got 5 years
gentletonberry@reddit
Five years for raping an unconscious person. That’s barely justice. I’m so sorry for your friend.
SmashtheBaddie@reddit
It was nearly 20 years ago so different attitudes and guidelines unfortunately. She is living her best life and is genuinely awesome.His life is gutter trash and nobody not even his parents will have anything to do with him
Pathetic_dildo@reddit
Oh unfortunately it's still not much better now, went to court in 2024 after my ex raped and beat me and well he ended getting out after a year because overcrowding.
Yoguls@reddit
That's nowhere near justice, but a lot more than I expected from out shambolic legal system
Me2309@reddit
This is awful. I’m so sorry you and your friend had to go through that. What a POS.
SmashtheBaddie@reddit
Thanks. She was and is still awesome. I was scared but then felt guilty because it was under my roof and it was my idea to bring her with back with us so she would be safe. We have had a few of big chats about it since and she sees the biggest punishment for him as her moving on living well.
gerrineer@reddit
Mine was a mate from school known him years lived in my flat when he got drunk he used to piss everywhere.
busytransitgworl@reddit
Multiple...I got multiple...Mostly just little stuff that just accumulated and got too annoying for me.
One little story: Former flatmate left the kitchen always like a mess, it got to a point, where I was too disgusted and didn't really use it anymore.
Think of heatwave, sun blasting through the window, and a not-that-empty tin of tuna mixed with mayo and just a lot of completely disgusting dishes everywhere.
All that combined with the little food waste bins you get from your council. Full. Lid not completely closed. In the sun.
She was quite awful and didn't take any sort of accountability.
BeneficialJuice2878@reddit (OP)
A LOT of people are like this. In university I lived with 10 other people and 6 of them were disgustingly dirty. As in, making the kitchen so dirty it smelt of rotting even after a deep clean. I also stopped using the kitchen.
lilphoenixgirl95@reddit
I used to spend about 4 hours per week cleaning the kitchen in my 8-person houseshare as a third-year university student — whilst I was working 20 or more hours per week. I was also the only person to attempt to wash and clean the sticky hardwood floor in the living room from a huge house party I hadn’t been involved in.
Meanwhile NHS mental health services were calling me “indolent”!
CodeBeginning6548@reddit
Wasn't Salford Uni digs was it? I was in the 11 man houses there and it was totally rank. My room was spotless, but walking out of it was like entering a different world full of filth and disease.
Dimac99@reddit
In first year, my new friends and I were spread over four halls of residence and by Halloween, all of them had heard their cleaners talking about how bad my kitchen was. The absolute grotbags I was forced to share with thought it was the height of interior design fashion to decorate the walls with stuck on empty fag packets. And that was the least bad part of it. The cleaner would have to bang on doors to get someone to do all the manky dishes that had been mouldering away since her last day so she could actually get on with her job and she said it was the worst kitchen she'd ever encountered in years working there.
This was before those little mini fridges were common, they existed but we're expensive, so I was forced to keep my milk in the fridge in there (locked compartments) otherwise I would never have gone in. It was impossible to cook in there and the smell emanating from it was so awful I had to hold my breath when I reached my floor and everyone refused to visit me.
I had a weekday refectory meal pass, thank god, because otherwise I would have starved. I had to go home to my parents every weekend because it was cheaper (and healthier) than two days of takeaways and while it did mean I got my laundry done, I missed out on a huge amount of socialising and ended up not joining clubs/societies because so much of their stuff would be on the weekend.
busytransitgworl@reddit
I just don't get how people can live like this, especially with other people around.
And, in my experience, it's absolutely not worth your time talking with them about this.
r0bbyr0b2@reddit
Girlfriend at the time (now wife) lived in a nurses/doctor flat share. Shared with two Malaysian girls with questionable hygiene.
Frying and boiling raw fish at all time if the day was bad, but the worst was my girlfriend in tears after going into the bathroom.
I went in there to see what the fuss was: the girls decided to place used tampons on the radiator when it was time of the month. And the heating was on so just had warm blood dripping down the radiator and walls. Quite aromatic. 🤮🤮
OkRun7031@reddit
I don’t think I’ve ever regretted reading something so much in my entire life 🤢
r0bbyr0b2@reddit
Yep - when I was typing it out I was thinking “this is going to ruin someone’s day”! Sorry.
sshiverandshake@reddit
Good Lord, that's absolutely shocking! Did they ever explain why? Was it a cultural thing? It's weird that they'd both do it.
r0bbyr0b2@reddit
Not a cultural thing - they were just dirty I think!
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
It sounds too unbelievable unless I pull up some pictures on my profile to show the messages and the damage.
In 2023 we let a now do friend stay with us. We had a spare room and he was homeless and we thought we'd at least try and help him.
After 3 months he had completely trashed his room, it smelled, beer cans everywhere, weed, coke, and other drugs. He self-harmed a lot and blood all on his room. We had to call the ambulance several times trying to get him help with things including trying to hang himself. One day he self-harmed, I caught him mid act as he left his bedroom door open, he threatened me with the knife holding me at knife point, and also my partner when he heard the commotion. We took safety in our bedroom with a locked door and he tried kicking in down whilst we called the police. He proceeded to walk around the house and deliberately spread his blood on everything. The sofa, walls, carpet and whatever he could think of. When the police arrived, he told them I stabbed him and my partner and I got arrested whilst the police tried to figure what the fuck happened as the house genuinely looked like a crime scene like someone had been murdered with all the blod smeared everywhere.
LadyBeanBag@reddit
Please tell me this went to court and this guy is out of your lives permanently?
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
Out of our lives permanently yes. Not spoken to him since this happened and thankfully to the best of my knowledge he moved far away. It didn't go to court, No. Lack of evidence. The police said they couldn't prove either way whether he was a victim or the aggressor. It was our word against his.
Large_Island3199@reddit
Hmm bit suspicious bro, if he’s a prolific self-harmer there’s gonna be very clear scars, also his room being covered in blood would’ve most likely been forensically checked to date the age of the blood, also in a stabbing incident the police are gonna completely swab every inch of ur skin for blood splatter and his it’s not as simple as just washing it off. Also forensics can quite easily prove a self inflicted wound from an assault.
rinkydinkmink@reddit
You have unrealistically high expectations of how the police actually handle an incident like this. Simply talking to both parties and deciding not to bother taking things further is par for the course.
I can't even be bothered to elaborate right now, just, take it from me, that you're being rather optimistic.
Large_Island3199@reddit
I’ve been to prison twice for firearms lol I can assure you I know better than you exactly how police deal with any form of knife crime.
Large_Island3199@reddit
Any form of stabbing life threatening injuries or not forensics will be taken, blood splatter, dna, fingerprints will all be recovered to determine intent, self defence or self inflicted.
OldEcho@reddit
Cops are useless and don't care. They're not doing forensics without a dead body lol.
jib_reddit@reddit
You think the police have the resources to do all that when nobody has been killed?..
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
This is not always the case, stabbings are so extremely common that the police extremely rarely do this (I work in the police). Being a self harmer also isn’t evidence that this incident was self harm + you can’t prove the scars are self harm if he denies it.
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
I just uploaded a couple of screenshots onto my profile to show I haven't just made this up from thin air. We were indeed angry with how the police handled it.
moonflowered_@reddit
Just so you know, your posts are hidden so nobody can see what you just uploaded
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
Ahhh, I can send it directly? At least a couple of people can verify i haven't made it up. I just don't want my entire post history and comments being readily available for everyone.
ribombeeee@reddit
Why? You realise this makes you look suspicious? You could just use an alt to say it’s verified. I know that sounds ridiculous but Redditors love using alt’s to argue and agree with themselves.
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
I literally just realised just now I can post images in the comments.
I don't have my entire history readily available because I'm active in NSFW subreddits.
ribombeeee@reddit
Sorry to be suspicious but Redditors love lying 🤥
Sorry you went through that
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
No problem. I wouldn't believe it either. I said as much on my original post knowing I needed to at least dig up some old messages and pictures about it. Even if it doesn't prove my version of events, it at least proves I didn't make this all up out of thin air.
CranberryCheese1997@reddit
And some pictures of the sofa.
Large_Island3199@reddit
Yeah nowt there pal
bluelightblock@reddit
My word!!
Snoo-84389@reddit
Jeeeez, fuck that situation....
deerbagel@reddit
Had a flatmate at uni who would put raw, unwrapped chicken in the salad crisper in the fridge because he thought it was a "meat drawer." He had constant stomach problems and was always ill and refused to accept that it was because of the "meat drawer" and we all refused to use the fridge because of him 😭
cloudcrawler@reddit
During uni, I lived with one guy who repeatedly shat in the shower and stomped it down the drain. The shower often stank, so I would pour bleach everywhere and clean it. One day, the shit was clearly too large to go down the drain. It was at that point I realised what had been going on. He had no issue admitting that he routinely shat in the SHARED SHOWER (he had access to a separate shower as well, the shower was meant for exclusively me and two other girls!).
Another housemate during uni moved in 5 members of her family for months with no warning. 3 adults and 2 little kids. They would piss in the bath, walk around in their pants, have the heating on all day and night. 2 of the family members were fully grown men which, in a flat of all women, was uncomfortable. Especially considering their constant states of undress.
Another housemate broke into my room with her friend and nicked a load of my stuff. I was out of my room for about 20 minutes on the balcony having a cig with another of our housemates. I came back to the hallway to see the thieving housemate rushing into the bathroom and her friend pacing it down the hallway. I noticed my room looked off, left to confront them and they had left the flat. Heard them singing and laughing about stealing from me when I went back to the balcony for a stress cig. Confronted her and she had her parents come round to play bodyguard. Never apologised and accused me of being mentally ill. Bizarre.
ShineAtom@reddit
The woman who used to play her album of The Sound of Music full blast early on a Sunday morning every single Sunday morning. We were students at the time. And I bloody loathe the Sound of Music especially after that.
Then when I moved to Glasgow for uni, there was the flat with one woman who'd ask me questions about claiming benefits before I'd even had my morning tea (I didn't know the answers) plus a couple who used to go out clubbing every night and brought their friends back at 3am and there were fights in the hall quite frequently. They had knives.
That really was the flat from hell. No food was safe from being stolen and no-one ever seemed to do any washing up: I started keeping everything in my locked room so I could be sure of getting some breakfast before college. I used to come out of the the bathroom unsure that I felt any cleaner; using the loo I was convinced it would break through the rotting floorboards and land four stories down.
We also had the neighbour who was squatting next door charge into the flat with an axe. in the middle of the day. And I disturbed someone trying to break into the flat; they came back down the stairs having heard me walking up and I noticed that the doormat opposite was unusually lumpy. Yes, the crowbar was underneath it; I took it into the flat and hid it.
I think that was the last straw because one of my friends came round and told me that I was moving. He said two friends of his had a flat they needed a third person for and I was it. I couldn't argue. It was a thousand thousand times better than the hellhole I was living in. And I didn't need to hide my food or lock my room because I had decent flatmates. I finally really enjoyed living in Glasgow.
BonusEruptus@reddit
Living in a 10 person HMO. People lived and left often. We had the crackhead couple who, while relatively pleasant to your face, would leave the backdoor open so their crackhead friends could invite themselves in. The boyfriend ended up stealing the TV from the living room, but a guy who has lived in the area his whole life managed to track it down somehow.
Weird coke head guy who i think had a foot fetish. He stuffed a guys foot into his mouth as a bunch of us were sat around drinking and sniffing during lockdown, i still have a video of it. He tried to get us to put a video on of a dog being cooked alive in a wet market. Kept trying to get us to get our dicks out to compare them. Staring at feet. Tried to get me to come to a brothel with him.
Cokehead guy next door to me who was a musician. Would stay up till 7-8am every night playing super loud music and singing. He was nice enough but apparently had no comprehension of noise or loudness as he tried to claim he didnt realise he was being loud when he did so. Thankfully I didn't have to be up for work at the time. Got in a few shouting matches with him.
They paled in comparison to the somali guy who had lived there for a while and seemed nice enough, quiet and private. But one day he just flipped and went insane. He would be in his room screaming, threw all of his possessions out the window. Was hammering on my and other people's doors, telling us to come out so he could kill us. He was hammering on my door at one point screaming "YOU ARE GAY! COME OUT!" (Im not, not sure how he got this impression) It was only the white people living here he had a problem with, he told the Panamanian guy so. Would walk around holding a knife some times. Left the gas on all the hobs presumably with intention to blow the place up? Thankfully it was very well ventilated. Called the police multiple times but they were useless. One copper intimated I was just misinterpreting his actions... I dont fucking think so.
One day he just disappeared thankfully. It was genuinely terrifying. I was sleeping with a massive chest of drawers in front of my door in case he tried to break in.
There have been more but these are the standouts. It's quite sobering when I put it all together. What a shithole.
No-Taro-6953@reddit
I moved to London in 2013. This is a crazy story.
Using spareroom, id travelled down from Manchester where I was living at the time, and had a really difficult time finding a flat. People messed me around a lot etc. and it was so expensive and time consuming. And I was running out of time.
Eventually I came across a girl living in a decent flat in a nice part of Islington. She agreed to rent me the very small room without my meeting her prior. Let's call her Sam.
Her dad owned the flat, so i figured that was a green flag, surely? That it would be well maintained etc.
I move in and for the first few months, life is great. Sam introduced me to her friendship group, we go out together, we share dating woes, she encourages me to get on tinder. I genuinely think I've made a friend.
Then it rapidly descended into chaos
Crazy incident number 1
I asked Sam about bills, and she kinda robbed me off. I figured maybe we got them quarterly. But after 3-4 months of constantly asking her about bills, I was getting worried. A letter turned up addressed to the occupier, and lo and behold, the occupier was being taken to court. I was panicking hugely. All my stuff could be taken by bailiffs. When I confronted her, she couldn't deny it anymore. She had been stuffing the bills down the side of her bed when they came in the post and hiding it from me.
I spent hours going through the old bills, trying to establish what had and hadbt been paid. Turns out that the previous tennant hadn't been paying towards energy bills either, and they went back to a year before I moved in. It was a total mess, and really difficult to establish what I actually owed.
Her dad stepped in and paid it off, crisis averted. I didn't trust her financially after that. But I was due to be away for a long period of time with work, on and off.
Crazy incident 2 I didn't hold this against Sam. I wasn't great with money either, and anyway, it meant I basically got free energy bills for 3 months as a result.
I was travelling a lot for work at the time, and Sam must've gotten dated mixed up. She'd planned a big night out with a girlfriend, basically to go out and get effed up on a Sunday night. She was out all night, and brought back two randoms with her friend at about 6am.
I was working from home that day, and obviously she didn't expect me to be there. Her friend decided to leave, but Sam didn't want the night to end and started to do cocaine on our kitchen table with these two random men. I was immediately uncomfortable for several reasons. One of the men was erratic, play punching me etc. I didn't feel safe. Secondly, I've never, ever done drugs. I'm not comfortable with them at all. I asked her to stop immediately because I wasn't comfortable. She decided she'd go do them in her room instead.
I'm feeling extremely uncomfortable and unsafe in my own home. I decide to go out for a walk, and hide my laptop and valuables under the bed. While I'm on the walk, it occurs to me that Sam might not be safe alone with these men. So I turn back.
When I get back, they are arguing in the front lawn outside the front of our flat. One man I'd covered in blood and screaming towards our flat. Luckily, there's a fire escape entrance so I'm able to get inside without them seeing me. When I get to the flat, Sam is crying and in a state, there's blood everywhere. He's punched her in the face. I call the police, her dad calls her because the neighbours have complained. The police come and take a statement while I try and clean her up. I'm furious at her, for putting us both in danger. But I can't exactly start yelling at her when she's bleeding from the nose.
She tells me shes ashamed at embarrassing her dad. Not once does she ever apologise to me.
Incident 3
I'm a bit over her by this point. But I'm travelling with work and she's met someone who becomes her boyfriend. So all is good.
Except, I really hate him. They come back drunk in the early hours of the morning sometimes, waking me up with their arguments and I can hear everything. He gaslights her, compares her unfavourably to his ex girlfriend, calls her names. He's sexually derogatory (demands blowjobs etc). It's awful.
The next day I tell her I was woken up by their argument and couldn't help overhearing it, that it sounded really horrible, and was she ok?
Instead she blames me for "listening in".
I start avoiding her. I go out early in the morning, travel for work when I can, get dinner out etc.
One night I'm in the flat alone because she's visiting her parents. I'm woken up by a loud pounding on our flat door. Half asleep, I assume a homeless person has wandered into the building somehow. Then the knocking becomes more intense. The person is kicking the door and yelling. I'm absolutely bricking it, about to call the police. Then I realised... It's her fucking boyfriend. Turned out, she'd told him he could stay that night after his late shift at work, except she forgot she wouldn't be in. And this entitled asshole didn't see any issue with trying to kick down our front door.
Ive had enough, resolve to move out. The next day she's nowhere to be seen, so I go to bed. And in woken up because she's decided to invite her buddies around for drinks and a party. It's a weekday. And I'm so done.
Incident 4 I sit down with her for a chat, and try to be civil. She demands to know why I dont like her boyfriend. I simply say I don't know him especially well, but I'm uncomfortable with his behaviour. She tells me she's not about to break up with him, so I say I understand, but then maybe it's best I move out? It's civil - she seems happy enough. I assume all is ok and start looking for a flat.
A few weeks later, I find a place but I'm waiting for confirmation that I've been accepted. I mention to a mutual friend of mine and Sam's. And she innocently mentions to Sam before I've had a chance to.
So one night, Sam has her friend and her boyfriend at the flat, and decides to berate me while I'm in my pyjamas taken totally unaware. She tells me I'm rude for not telling her I found a flat. That I owe her because she "took me under her wing", the friends I have in London, she tells me, are because of her. I realise that Sam was only ever nice and friendly to me because she wanted someone to clean up her messes and let her do what she wanted with impunity. I tell her I'm shocked at her outburst, since we discussed my moving out, and that I didn't feel I owed her a thing.
Im accepted in a flat, and a few awkward weeks remain. Sam and I ignore each other, avoid each other. I pack my stuff up in those IKEA bags and leave them in the hallway. I arranged to visit home for a few days to avoid her.
Crazy incident 5 When I come back, I noticed a few things. We had a few mice in the flat. Sam had used chocolate in traps to try and catch them, without much luck. When I'm double checking my things, I noticed she's out cjolage in my packed bags. To try and get a mouse into my stuff, presummably.
I noticed she's been using my stuff (shampoo, shower gel etc).
Some of my things had gone missing. An expensive Tiffany necklace is gone from my room. I told Sam about an inexpensive bracelet my mother bought me, which is important to me/has sentimental value to ne. That's gone missing too. I'm flaberghasted, but tell myself I've left it at my mum's house when I visited.
I never did find it, and I'm convinced Sam stole to be spiteful.
Crazy incident number 6 After I move, I text her dad asking for my deposit back. I've had to pay for a deposit on this new flat I've moved into, so I'm extremely short of money - about to run out of money for food. He ignores several emails, and I send one telling him I desperately need my money released. I also noticed at this point, it's not being held in any of those deposit safety protection things. He gets back to me, asking if I've paid all my bills? Seems like he's worried Sam hasn't been paying bills again. I contact her and transfer whatever it is I owe, since the bill doesn't arrive until after I move. Only then does he return my deposit.
Looking back, her behaviour is insane. She had mental health issues (anxiety I think), but she was generally a shitty person. I felt bad for her, felt bad because she had low self esteem and a shitty boyfriend. But looking back, I can't help but feel she had the life she 100% deserved. All the stuff above, only covers some of her behaviour. I could write a book on how nuts and entitled she was.
I didn't feel like I could continue staying friends with the people she insisted were only my friends because of her, even though some of they were genuinely lovely people. I cut all ties, never heard from her again. Made new friends etc.
I look back on the year I lived with her, and wondered how tf I survived that in my first year of a new city, new job. But hey, you live and you learn.
About a month after I moved, as the cherry on the whole fucking cake, I was on tinder and saw her shitty boyfriend in it. From her social media I could see she was still with him. I seriously contemplated texting her to let her know, but then thought fuck that.
Parx-and-wreck@reddit
First year of uni. She had an inexplicable vendetta against me given that we had met the week before and had never spoken. At one point, toasters were confiscated by the uni because of an electrical fault. This flatmate accused me of stealing it and hiding it in my room (we lived with 8 other people but for some reason she zeroed in on me). I don’t even eat toast.
She also started doing haircuts in our kitchen. I would come in to make lunch and she would be trimming hair with her tools all over the countertops and her ‘client’ sat right in front of my cupboards. If you politely asked her to move or…not doing haircuts in food prep areas…she would uno reverse and accuse you of messing with her business.
On top of that she liked to listen to her music at full volume at all hours of the day. There was a bedroom between mine and hers yet I could hear her music so clearly. The girl who lived between us called the residential team one night - it was 3am, we had messaged to ask for the music to be turned down or off but had been told no. The res team stood outside the bedroom door and asked for the music to be turned down, which it was. Luckily the res team didn’t immediately leave because after 30 seconds the music was turned wayyyy up again. She only stopped when they threatened to confiscate the speaker.
In the same flat we also had a really sweet flatmate who was pretty awkward and kept to himself. The only issue was he took a lot of different drugs. One day we came home to find him having a bad trip on MDMA. We were trying to keep an eye on him because he was super paranoid and anxious but seemed like he was settling down. I turned my back briefly to get him a glass of water when another flatmate said ‘Turn around slowly and head for the door if you can’. Confused, I turned around and found the Bad Trip flatmate holding a massive knife to me because voices in his head had told him I was trying to kill him. We ended up calling for an ambulance instead of trying to help him ourselves.
Suffice it to say I was veryyyyy glad to move out of there.
BatteryAt14percent@reddit
Not so much a flatmate as a housemate as we rented individual bedrooms in an otherwise shared house.
Anyway, I have Norm. So named because I forgot his name and he looked like Norm from the old twix advert. Norm wasn't a partying loud music disaster. Quite the opposite. He was just ultra inconsiderate.
He would use all the hot water, spending over an hour in the only bathroom every morning and night.
He couldn't cook and mostly lived on watered down orange juice and premade pancakes, yet took up most of the kitchen and used all my utensils and crockery.
He'd leave his washing in the washing machine for days on end. I have no idea how he dried them.
He'd iron at the top of the stairs, right at the top of them so no-one could get past him. With his back to the stairs. He would get snarky if you called him out on how stupid and dangerous it was. Also how dare you want to get past to go to your own room that you're paying for!
The landlord also lived there and was absolutely no help. He wasn't innocent either. He was building an office out the back in the middle of winter, snow on the ground, and decided leaving the back door wide open all day for the entire weekend with the heating off was absolutely fine while I was shivering bundled up in my blankets.
georgialily2@reddit
We had a lodger when I was younger and she insisted on drying all her washing in her room. My mum always offered her to dry on the line, the airers outside or use the tumble dryer but she always declined. After 3 months the walls were literally covered in black mould and she moved out insisting to anyone that would listen we made her live in a mould infested house. I don’t even think she opened the window.
Probably even worse one, my housemate at uni and a business caused a house fire with a thrown cigarette and stacked up cardboard boxes with cardboard boxes inside. No idea how but it caught the down pipe and travelled up, damaging most of the wall. Burnt cardboard was everywhere even inside the 2nd and 3rd floors. It was quite upsetting that she was remorseless after we’d asked her to stop throwing them and put them in an ashtray.
Bitter_Bid1613@reddit
I spent one summer living with a friend of a friend. I paid him rent. I was literally in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. He lived behind the home office in Westminster, so I was impressed with the location and I could walk to work in 20 min……He never gave me a key. I used to wait for him in St James Park. He worked in Canary wharf so he would finish 8pm and get the tube home for 9 o’clock at night. I have to take a couple of beers to have in the park. He left a plastic cover on the sofa and a plastic film on the tv too. When I went to the Shop shop across the street, I was allowed the keys. I dropped them on the floor and broke the key ring. And he shouted at me like crazy. When I ordered some things from Amazon, he would open them with my name on the package. He was from Singapore and I spent the summer trying to find ways I could have him deported
Petrichor_ness@reddit
The psycho twins I stupidly believed said they owned the house and were renting out their spare room.
Within a week of moving in, both their Chihuahua's had puppies (which they only did to make money), one pup didn't survive so it got thrown in the wheelie bit. They wouldn't get any vet help because they didn't want to sacrifice any 'profit'.
Within another week, the water stopped. First it wouldn't come out hot, then it started coming out brown then it just stopped.
Turns out, they didn't own the house, it was rented and they weren't allowed pets. They couldn't get the water fixed because they couldn't tell the landlord because they couldn't move their puppies.
I'd just moved to a new city for my first proper job out of uni and couldn't wash. When I said I'd be moving out (the smell alone was horrible), the kept letting themselves into my room to empty all the drawers and basically trash the place.
They were one hobnob short of a packet!
Roxygen1@reddit
Went into their room to see one on my mugs on the floor, knocked over on its side, with the rim resting against the head of a Hitachi wand.
AromaticVacation3077@reddit
I want to google 'Hitachi wand' but I'm scared.
BonusEruptus@reddit
Vibrator
TheNewHobbes@reddit
Probably preferred their drinks shaken not stirred.
mikeybhoy_1985@reddit
RANK
AromaticVacation3077@reddit
Seems pretty tame compared with some of the comments here (holy fk!) but when I was at college I had a housemate who collected the rent from me and one other guy and passed it on to the landlady. The rent collecting guy had the biggest room in the house with a sunny bay window and its own sitting area. We had small rooms - I only had space for a single bed. After about a year the rent collecting guy moved out, someone else moved in, and it was then we found out the rent collecting guy had been charging both of us 50% more rent to cover his own and paying nothing. Me and this other guy had been paying his rent for a whole year. I phoned him to confront him on it and he owned up - he didn't even try to deny it. House sharing really does seem to bring out the absolute worst in people. I can't even imagine doing something like that - how did the guy sleep at night?
BeneficialJuice2878@reddit (OP)
This is also awful but in a different way. Not dirty or hazardous, or physically concerning but straight up fraud. It’s crazy what some people will do if given the opportunity
pinkbutterfly22@reddit
Mine was having very loud gay sex and equally extremely loud music that still couldn’t drown the moans, then he was smoking weed.
MadMuffinMan117@reddit
Bro refuses to buy his own mao and spreads mine on his pizza like butter on toast. When he eats pasta its one layer of pasta, one layer of mao and cheese, pasta mao, cheese and over again. Its madness
SquareBanana@reddit
I had a couple of strange flatmates in halls my first year of uni. They were from different cultures so probably not malicious, but difficult to live with nonetheless. One used to cook huge pots of fish in enough oil to risk American invasion, then just leave it unfinished and unwashed on the hob in the kitchen. The other once tried to defrost a doughnut in the microwave... for half an hour. It caught fire, filled the place with thick, black, acrid smoke, and set off the fire alarm for the entire block.
Specialist_Emu7274@reddit
She used to leave her used pads all over the bathroom. She was a medical student too so that’s fun. The other flatmate just never did washing up and it attracted a lot of mice
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
This seems to be a common medical student thing to do
Maybe they’re so desensitised to seeing bodily fluids that they forget you’re supposed to wrap pads and tampons up and dispose of them
craigus17@reddit
Pretty tame compared to some of the other stories here, but I was in a 6 bed HMO
In the shared bathroom (that 3 of us used, the other 3 had en-suites) the water pressure to the shower dropped dramatically if the washing machine was on
This one prick I lived with would every day without fail put a washload on at 6:00am and then piss off out all day, so not only was he hogging the only washing machine for most of the day but he was fucking up the water pressure during prime getting ready for work time (yes we could have taken his clothes out but that was another can of worms best left alone)
Darthblaker7474@reddit
Did you not think to tell them they were being an arse?
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
Telling them will not change anything lmao I can promise you this guy told them
coolsimon123@reddit
Trust me, currently living with someone like this. You call them out on it, it just escalates. The best pathway is basically to not address it, try to come above it and keeping doing your own bit in the house and hopefully it doesn't get worse. If if it does then you move
craigus17@reddit
Of course I did, but the guy was a prick with an enormous chip on his shoulder and any time you spoke to him about anything he would just angrily retort with a separate perceived grievance
After 6 months I just moved out.
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
I’m living this hell right now
coelakanth@reddit
Lived with a rugby player in a student house in Leamington in 1990. When drunk he would stand at the bottom of the stairs waving his penis around.
IV-Manufacturer@reddit
Mine used to eat my food and replace it with slightly worse versions of the same thing. Never said a word.
Extra_Actuary8244@reddit
My housemates used my cocktail glasses from a sealed box that intended to stay sealed until my graduation as they were my 18th bday present from my dad and smashed every single one. I got home 5 days after their party and the glasses were STILL smashed on the floor, hadn’t been cleaned up, they then nonchalantly admitted they used all my glasses because they ran out and didn’t even apologise or offer to replace them.
I told them to replace them immediately and one of them came back from Asda 2 hours later with 99p plastic wine glasses to replace my £80 cocktail glass kit (4 wine glasses at that to replace 8 cocktail glasses) and 5 minutes after he text me to tell me he’d bought me new glasses I walked into the kitchen to see him DRINKING WINE OUT OF MYYYYYYYY GLASSES HE JUST BOUGHT TO REPLACE THE ONES HE BROKE! I asked him wtf he thinks he’s doing and he genuinely did not see an issue with that or understood that they’re my wine glasses not his even if he bought them
BeneficialJuice2878@reddit (OP)
So cheeky… The worst part of living with people like this is if you say anything about their behaviour they’ll just become worse…
mikeybhoy_1985@reddit
that is some audacity
Electronic_Branch_13@reddit
Moved into a house share in an affluent area of London, the house is rented by a guy friend of mine. I started noticing that he’s abusing his girlfriend, financially, emotionally, verbally and mentally. I stand up for the girl and he flips out, knifes thrown on the kitchen wall, he did the “here comes johnny” thing where he sticks his head in the door after we barricaded ourself in a room. He secret cameras around the house to monitor and listen to whatever we had to say when he wasnt around. He went on to interrogate his gf for 12 hours wont let her leave the room, took away her phone, filmed the whole thing, MK ultra style repeating the same things over and over to gaslight her and make her believe his lies. He took away our belongins and looked it in his room. we ended up calling the police to finally escort us out. We left the house and were whispering for at least a few days after cuz we couldn’t even talk in that house. Horror house, never house shared again.
ElusiveQuant@reddit
I come to every one of these threads waiting for the day one of my housemates comes in and tells tales of living with me circa 2007-2015
narnababy@reddit
I was waiting for mine 2010-2013 but honestly none of us did anything as bad as the reprobates in these comments
InitialRedv@reddit
Girl shat in be shower and just left it. Thats it
pointsofellie@reddit
My friend had a flatmate who used to leave used tampons and dirty sex toys around the flat.
AtensEye@reddit
My sister had a housemate who would leave her used pads in the bathroom bin. Not wrapped up in the wrapper provided, not even put in one of those little pad disposal bags. Nope, just slapped it on the top of the pile.
rizozzy1@reddit
I had a friend who had a similar house mate.
She’d leave her period stained knickers on the side in the kitchen. Not in a bowl soaking, just slapped directly onto the counter.
hunsnet457@reddit
I’ve told this a few times but I used to live with someone who had absolutely no life skills and i’m pretty sure they were either a manipulative narcissist or completely insane themselves.
Had no idea how to clean, so every bit of dirt was just sprayed with bleach and left, everything was sticky and every room (except mine) just had matted masses of slimy dirt and grime around the edges. One time he shit the bed, just sprayed it with bleach and left it for at least 4 days.
By the time I left as far as he was concerned I was the devil incarnate because he’d ‘misremember’ every single interaction I had with him to be more hostile than it was, at the height of things I literally went mad and ended up in counselling because I was constantly having to unpick the things he’d make up and I had to make a record of our interactions just to make sure I wasn’t the crazy one - still have them all in a Google drive because he went on a tirade of telling people lies about me that I still have to disprove to this day.
Funniest interaction was after I moved he accused me of stealing a tin opener (weeks after I left), got his mum to threaten me to return it and sent me a letter before action that he was going to ‘take me to court’ for stealing this tin opener… The weird thing is, *every single thing* in the kitchen belonged to me.
DollySheep32@reddit
She was a furry. That's fine, do whatever. Just don't leave your buttplug tails hanging over the shower rail when we have guests over.
bopeepsheep@reddit
Oh, there was the "couple" (who sometimes claimed to be siblings?!) who stole food and anything not locked up (an inch of shower gel left in the bottle? Gone) and seemingly invited half the town to stay. At one point 13 people were sleeping in their (large) room. When they were eventually evicted for not paying rent, we found a lot of our missing things in their room.
bopeepsheep@reddit
She stole from me and our friends - I eventually had to give evidence against her in court - and slept with my boyfriend, but was still 'astonished' when everyone cut her off, told her parents what she'd been doing, and she had to go back to live with them. She continued to badmouth us all to everyone, though no one believed her.
CrabbyGremlin@reddit
25f moved in to a man’s house and only after doing so did he tell me he was convinced of rape.
Nervous_Neat8060@reddit
She stole food from me. I noticed she had an ED and tried to help her and explain if she had any financial issues I would be more than happy to help. I reached out to her mother with my concerns. She then told her mom I was a slut and not to believe me. She told her I was bringing different men every week to our house and she did not feel safe. At this point I had been in a 4year relationship with the same men and he would go there once a month at most, since we tended to meet at his house. She left suddenly and never apologized. Insane behaviour.
AdaandFred@reddit
Not the worst flatmate but an infuriating one. I shared a 2 bed flat with a tiny kitchen. I didn't know my flatmate before we moved in together (the flat was owned by a church that she worked for who housed her and I rented the small room from them). Because the kitchen was tiny we agreed to share food and cooking but she clearly had an undiagnosed eating disorder and I'd come home from uni or my placement and find she'd eaten an entire loaf of bread making PB&J sandwiches or all the hot cross buns we'd bought the day before. I was once given a box of chocolates and she told me I had to hide them from her, so I did but then came home the next day to a trail of wrappers between the cupboard and her room. Apparently it was my fault she'd eaten 90% of them because I hadn't hidden them well enough.
It's one thing when some faceless twat steals your food when you live in Halls but to do so when it's 2 of you and one is supposed to be religious is quite another.
No-Problem-1354@reddit
Would have to be a guy who only washed every 6 weeks or so, I went in the bathroom after him to find not only his 6 weeks bo odour all round the bathroom, but also the bath was covered in body hair. And when I say covered, I genuinely mean fully covered. Never seen or smelt anything like it before. Good luck to any partner he ever has.
lotsohugginbear34@reddit
she’s cook and eat animal heads. like i’d walk into the kitchen and see a sheep’s head just on the counter. i came to know what it smelled like when she cooked them so as soon as i’d walk in the flat and would smell it, i’d walk back out and go buy a meal deal for tea instead so i could avoid the kitchen
LJ161@reddit
Just one that refused to go outside to smoke green and was adamant that the smell didnt stick around like 'normal cigarettes'. Our whole house stunk of it all the time and i started to smell like it all the time.
BulbaCorps@reddit
Many stories about one, and this was the one that made me say fuck this, I'm living alone. Many little things, like complaining that you hadn't washed up while you're still eating your fucking meal, passive aggressive notes on the fridge, fucking her boyfriend very loudly to kings of Leon, having the great idea that she would bake cakes and when my friends came over they would buy them from her, sulking because I didn't invite her to hang out with my friends in my room, the list went on, be lots of controlling stuff, but the final straw was the fucking house rabbit. Got it without consulting us first. Had the run of the living room, and if it got into my room it was somehow it was my fault for leaving my door open. And because of how the flat was laid out (very odd), I had to vault a bit of wood blocking the stairs to get to my room so the rabbit didn't escape. Rabbit was a sweetie. She, not so much.
NoSuggestion2681@reddit
Used to wake up in the middle of the night to find him talking to me at the end of my bed.
No-Onion-4649@reddit
My old flatmate used to constantly leave her bedroom door open, including when she would aggressively shag her horrible ketty boyfriend. You could literally smell the sweaty sex as you came up the stairs, foul. She had the audacity to complain that I was too noisy when I would get ready for work in the morning, yet it never crossed her mind to shut the bloody door to her bedroom?
She had also been known to shag him in our communal kitchen whilst we were all home, and seemed confused when we told her it was not okay. The cherry on top was when I found her used mooncup a few millimetres away from the head of my electric toothbrush in our shared bathroom.
BeneficialJuice2878@reddit (OP)
My personal best one is when my flatmate had a 3 day night out bender. Eventually came home and proceeded to piss in our mop bucket in the kitchen. He then left it there for 5 days without telling any of us, with the kitchen progressively smelling worse and worse. As in deathly types of smells.
To make matters worse, he then let the cleaners use that same unwashed mop bucket to mop the floor with. The kitchen genuinely became a biohazard to the point that I’d go in, cook my food, eat within 5 minutes and leave. I never spent more time than that in there because of how bloody vile it became.
LuckyFish133@reddit
Middle aged lady moved in. Absolute OCD with cleaning the kitchen. Chucked out all the communal crockery and utensils one day 🤦♂️. Came back like wtf she’s like look how clean it is though. It was all in the black bins ffs
Royal-Reporter6664@reddit
Moved out when I was in work , I naively left my room unlocked. He stole season 1-10 of my family guy DVD box sets
ElvishMystical@reddit
Back in the 1980's in London there was this guy called John, also known as Climo. Worked as a dishwasher. Thick as two short planks. Read The Sun newspaper. Was a total kleptomaniac. Shoplifting, nicking stuff, whatever. He never believed in paying for stuff. The police called him The Flowerpot Man after he stole potted plants and garden gnomes from people's gardens. Filled his room with them.
He had two close friends who were also batshit. There was Carl, a 6ft 5ins Canadian guy with long hair and John Lennon glasses who was addicted to cough medicine. Then there was Mort, an Irish guy who was on medication for something because he kept asking everyone "Are you a singer? I bet you're a singer. Give me your autograph."
I lasted three months before I moved out because of all the drama, the police constantly coming round, and stuff going missing.
No-Skin-1486@reddit
2nd year of uni. All fell apart when she set me up on a valentines day blind date with one of our female friends (I am straight as was the friend)! She'd said that nothing would happen after the date but at no point was the hint that it was because it was a female friend...
Anyway, she couldn't accept I was upset and basically ignored us all. Particularly awkward when we took exactly the same classes at uni and all had our 'usual' seats. Anyway, she took fuses out of the shared appliances and would interrupt laundry so she could wash her stuff and while we had a rota for loo roll and cleaning stuff if it was her turn she'd take 'hers' back to her room.
She got married a few years later and invited some of the other shared friends and said it was a BYOB wedding - fair enough except when the girls got there they were the only group that had to bring drinks!
NoAbbreviations1492@reddit
At uni like 15 years ago in my first year it was probably me that was the housemate from hell. I once set the fire alarm off at 3am on a Tuesday morning and the the whole block of about 40 people were stood outside in the freezing cold at the fire point all giving me evils and I never lived that down
Primary-Angle4008@reddit
We had a lodger for some time, she was really lovely actually, just stayed for a couple of months but turned out she gave us bed bugs! Took ages to get rid of them
JonnotheMackem@reddit
Well, the short story is:
I lived with another teacher abroad in a 7th floor flat, provided by our employer. She moved in, moved her local fellow in without consulting me, and then went out and bought a Saint Bernard puppy. They couldn't be bothered to take it up and down 7 flights of stairs, so decided they'd teach it to shit in the bathroom - again, without consulting me.
The final straw came when, bleary-eyed in the morning, I stepped on some shit in the living room. I stormed over to their room, knocked the local man awake and went ape at him about dogshit all over my house. He said "Well, it's our house too". Turned up at work absolutely raging and complained to the boss, who sent heavies round at lunchtime and got rid of all three of them.
Weary_Bat2456@reddit
A few years ago in my second year of uni, there were 5 of us in a house. One girl was a continuous problem and when I talked to the people she moved in with after they said the same thing. She left wrappers and tissue papers everywhere, and then would use the vacuum cleaner I bought to hoover them up... needless to say, anytime I wanted to use it, I would have to open up the whole thing to get the jammed wrappers and tissues out. I don't know how but she also set a piece of paper on fire in her room, and in a moment of panic decided to run to the ground floor kitchen (from an attic bedroom) and put it in the bin. Somehow this happened twice. She also couldn't keep anything tidy, and you could tell when she was cooking before.
Thankfully he's moved out a few days ago but for the past two years I've lived with a guy who kept taking our food and framing someone else, would complain that we're not tidying enough when he wasn't doing much of it himself, would enter bedrooms without permission (in our second house they were locked, but when I'd forget to lock it he would waltz right in - he'd also get another housemate to do this with him, and would take photos of him going in to frame him when I know that generally that guy never enters other rooms on his own). I'm the only one who drives a car and there have been occasions where I'd be pulling up to park outside the house, he'd suddenly come up, jump in the car and demand to be driven somewhere 'because the engine's running so I might as well'. There was a ton of other stuff that added up and for months left me in a sort of poor mental health - I finally feel a lot more free. Generally just a weird guy who I've tolerated but that's about it really. I never wanted him to move in with me but on both occasions I was left with no choice for the sake of having somewhere to live myself.
Honestly, as annoying as anyone else has been that I've lived with, I think no one compares to that last guy. Everyone else, even that girl, were generally okay. We all have our own problems that annoy others but some people make it their life goal to annoy others.
SomeHSomeE@reddit
Had a conversation with my flatmate about some current affairs and stuff in the news.
She later came and knocked on my bedroom door and asked if I'd been recording the conversation and made me show her my phone to prove I wasn't.
She ended up being a total weirdo but thankfully only stayed there a couple of months. Left her room in a complete state, with plates of rotting food and dirty makeup pads everywhere.
sneddsdead@reddit
Not so much a flatmate from hell but a lad I moved in with after getting kicked out from home at 16 decided one night to start taking pot shots at police vans with an air rifle from the 6th floor of the tower block 😳
thebabadookisgay@reddit
Among other things, she was the dirtiest person I’ve ever lived with. Her bedroom was filthy, covered in food packaging and stale food (notably, she had a box of biscuits that had clearly fallen off of her bed, and, instead of cleaning them up, she just kicked the box aside and trampled the spilled biscuits into the carpet). While coming up the stairs to the flat, you could smell if she had her bedroom door open. Sure thankfully kept out shut most of the time.
The Big Thing I remember from her disgusting room was her window. She was afraid of spiders, so she put packing tape over her air vent. She also kept at least half a dozen cups of water in her room at any time, leaving them on her windowsill - above the room’s radiator. Over the autumn, winter, and early spring, turning on the heating caused water in those cups to evaporate and condense on the wall above the window. With no air flow from the blocked vent, it soaked into the paint and plaster. Black mould started to grow, and that, coupled with the moisture, got so bad that it started to crumble and fall off in chunks.
Unsurprisingly, I don’t think she got her deposit back from the landlord.
Huge_Horse_8945@reddit
I had an ex junkie flatmate and honestly, he wasn't happy until he found something to be unhappy about. The guy just pissed and moaned about absolutely everything that he could and held grudges over the dumbest crap. I was out of there after a few months which I think he took quite personally but I just wanted an easy life
AlishaTayl@reddit
they made lines out of salt and framed us for “doing drugs” then told the police we were committing hate crimes against her
Xaveroo@reddit
Surely that be didn’t actually work?
AlishaTayl@reddit
course not they got kicked out eventually for other reasons
flyingredwolves@reddit
Last year of uni, they'd stay up drinking and playing music in the flat till 4am every other night. They did this for probably 2/3rds of the academic year.
One of them would go to the scummiest student club night on a Wednesday and bring loads of people back to our flat afterwards. Who would then trash our living area/kitchen.
Honestly wished I'd never bothered with halls in my final year. Waste of money.
F0BA_BETT@reddit
Stole my eggs every single week :(
Obvious-Water569@reddit
Actually no. The only time I've ever shared a place with someone who wasn't a romantic partner was with an old friend from school.
He was great as a housemate.
I suppose the only thing that did happen that would qualify in this post would be the time he had a party with a bunch of friends - people I knew as well but wasn't as close with - and one of them did a load of drugs and smeared bright red hair dye all over my walls.
I drove over to his house the next morning and told him he'd be putting it right today. He handed me £100 to cover the expense and I just chucked it back at him and told him where B&Q was. It was quite satisfying watching someone painting walls with a life-ruining hangover.
Zyrrus@reddit
My landlord’s 50-something brother lived in one of the rooms (this was when I was renting in the early 2000s as a student). He was a bit odd, only cooking when no one else was around, never accepted food that was offered to him. He only left the house in the middle of the night.
He’d also ask me some odd questions (what’s Europe like now that the wall is down? That’s a novel career for a woman?)
After a year or so I found out he’d just done 25 years for committing a gang murder. He was terrified the rival gang would get him.
They didn’t, cancer did it first. He was a poor soul, lost everything in life. Deserved his punishment, but only had a few years in freedom.
Afterlast1@reddit
Me and my then girlfriend moved out along with one of her friends and he was an absolutely gross human being. Not morally, just physically. He used to play ice hockey where he would sweat buckets, to which he'd then come home and hang his sweat drenched equipment in the only bathroom we had, precluding either of us from being able to even enter the bathroom for days on end. We tried talking to him multiple times, trying to get him to at least febreeze the fucking room, but he insisted it'd damage the equipment to let it do anything but airdry.
We also couldn't get him to do any chores whatsoever. My then-girlfriend even tried to take the lead and download an app to help schedule chores and make sure everything's balanced and he just kept insisting that he didn't have space on his phone to download another app.
Everything kind of blew up in the end. My then-girlfriend grew up an only child in a large, spotlessly maintained house so she just physically couldn't handle the mess. She started drinking and living in our bedroom because she couldn't handle seeing outside of it and eventually ended up in rehab shortly after we broke up. We were both stressed and I don't think either of us handled it well but frankly I do blame him a little bit for us breaking up.
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