Weird Flatmate

"I think i once had the most hellish flatmate on the entire earth... Firstly i found a male flatmate out of the paper, who appeared to be a normal nice guy, but i had another thing coming....... As the weeks went by his first payment of rent was due, and he told me that rent would be a week late, so i gave him the benefit of the doubt....then it just got rediculous each time rent was due he would always be a week and a half late, so the entire time he was living with me i had to scronge around for two dollars to buy a loaf of bread because he wouldnt pay up on time. He never cleaned anything, and he would always leave messes all over the house for me to clean up, he stole half of my food , and i always found half of my breadloaf missing and half of my two minute noodles missing, and what makes it worse is that he even stole my food infront of my face! Then one week he asked me to borrow money for food because he was starving, because he spent all his money on pot. Everyday he smoked pot in my flat that the whole unit block reaked of it. He never once bought groceries and instead stole all of mine and with the his money he spent it all on pot.He even had drug dealers that came to my front door! He coninually had parties and people over without my permission, and it left me to clean up all the mess they made in my house from the parties he had. One night he decided to have a massive party at 4 in the morning while i had to get up for work the next day, it went for two hrs.One day he broke my designer lamp (accidentally), he broke my good scissors from cutting up pot with them, and broke all my fridge magnets. Then one day to my dismay.....he told me he was an ex criminal for car theiving, and he used to be in prison. After finding this out i was scared for my life, and asked him for rent and half of an electricity bill that he was two weeks late paying... he refused to pay for either...So then i kicked him out...Couple of days later all his family and freinds came over and abused and threatend me, and told me that kicking him out is an awfull thing to do and i had no right in doing it(i gave him a week to get out), after asking him to leave three times he refused to move out!!After his family and freinds abused and threatend me i went to the police... The next night i asked him to leave for the last time and gave him one hr to get out, so he just walked out, and said "sweet". I removed all of his belongings and put them out on the front landing, got his keys and locked the door behind me. His family came to collect him and he and his family started shouting and cussing at me and trying to bang down my door, his family started to threaten me and threaten to stalk me, and threaten to kill me. I was so scared that i was shaking... Then my flat mate came back and asked me if he could leave his belingings in my garage.....ofcourse i said no, so after about 4 hours of threats, violence and nonsense they finally got his belongings and left. When i walked outside to the front landing i saw that the whole front of my house and my door had been vandalised. And thats not it.... they kept sending me abusive and threatening sms so i had to change my number. Then a week later he came back and poured bleach and red die, under my front door, all over my carpet as a revenge attack. Please be careful of this man!!" Scary stuff Toni and I'm guessing that you refuse to live with someone you don't know really well, or that you now live on your own? Have you got a story like this one? Share it with us!

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"My house mate is so dumb he doesnt know how turn an oven on or change a light bulb. He never opens his blinds or window and his room stinks like mould its really embarrassing when he leaves the door open and thr smell goes through the whole apartment." Hey Buckie, have you tried suggesting to him that opening his windows will air out his room? Maybe he has a phobia of draughts or breezes? Let me know what you think...

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"We once had a flatmate who claimed to be quiting smoking & then proceeded to smoke like the proverbial chimney even to the point of sitting in the doorway with a fag, the smoke wafting into the flat & with overflowing butt containers on the verandah at our communal table often leaving lit ciggies burning which would then get caught by the wind leaving burn holes on the tablecloth. Also whenever we were in the lounge at the same time... great, loud sighs would come from the flatmate. Their best performance was when they claimed to have passed out in the loo while spewing in the toilet putting a gash in their head & wanted us to look at the bloody wound & then wouldn't put ice on it or clean up the wound. We later found out said roomie was known by others to be a bit of a nutcase. Has anyone out there ever wanted to set up a site where those sicko roomies could be reported in a non-litiguous manner so we wouldn't get stuck sharing with them 'til they could be moved on? Let me know how it could be done...it would save us all a lot of pain & hassle if we could! " Great idea Jill. I've not heard of anywhere like that except here, but, if you know of a site like this already, send it through and I'll give it a plug here!

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"Hello world! I am a roommate veteran. Currently I am into my sixth account of sharing a flat, and today I'm going to tell you about no. 2. The entire situation was rather bizarre now that I look back on it, because I met the guy who actually rented out the place almost half a year after I left. That's when he took down the place because it went to the dogs because of a roommate specimen that I will tell you about. He lived in the smallest room, supposedly because he'd pay the smallest amount of rent. He was 27 and in his third semester of studying law. And he was high a lot. I put up a computer for everyone in the flat (4 people on paper, usually around 6 people there) so I wouldn't get home and find other people's email accounts still logged in on my computer. Never ever do anything even close to like this with a weirdo.

I actually intensified the situation with this, because now he had set up a "computer corner" right in front of my door and was permanently sitting there watching videos. Preferrably during late hours and having turned up the sound. Let alone having his nextdoor mattress of a girlfriend over a lot. At some point I realized he was downloading pornography. How could I tell? Maybe it was because of the suggestive downloads in queue in the file sharing program. Which is an entire new world of a story, as you all know how much fun an overloaded Internet connection is. So I deleted his porn and cancelled those downloads naturally. The next morning he came home and started an aggravated discussion about our collectively bought food. He told me that I was using only the shared food and that this way it would be too expensive for him. Too bad that I had spent more than ten times as much as he had on food and he said that he'd "go and buy more food now" instead of reimbursing me. At some point when I said I'd bought extra food just for myself, which I had not put in the kitchen with the rest, he said that I was trying to get him down by doing all the "things I do". His words still ring in my ears: "I came home and all my porn is deleted!" I fled the place eventually." If you're an expert, why not share your experiences with the rest of us?

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"I was working for an airline, and living by myself in a 2 bedroom unit overlooking the ocean - the rent was ridiculously cheap $160 per week. My supervisor was living with a drug addict about 200m up the road, and had decided to move out. I said I have a spare room, and for $70 a week it was his. He moved in, and all was well for about a month, until I met his girlfriend 'Jamie'. Then he got another girlfriend, this one had a kid, her name was 'Jamie' too. Other than being left to mind the kid while they had sex constantly, I had no other major issues with it. Then one day, the phone rings. 'Hi its jamie, is he home?' I said, 'hi jamie, i thought he was at the movies with you?' He had 2 girlfriend called jamie, who he was seeing at the same time. This went on for a few weeks until both of them found out, and one of them was pregnant to him. Overnight, he dissappeared, (he had packed his car and driven off interstate). The next day, I had both 'jamies' at the door demanding to see him, who wouldnt leave until they saw his room was empty. Then when they got into his room, they started fighting! Eventually I managed to get them out of the unit, and down onto the street, where they were last seen chasing each other up the street. It was nice to be able to answer the phone once again and not have to worry about 'which jamie' it was that he didnt want to talk to. Then Rhys moved in. I had flown with rhys for about 12months, and had helped him get into a uni degree. He moved into the spare room, and all was well until he would wake me at 2am when centrelink came through so that I could drive him 100m up the road to the 24hour service station. Then I went away for a weekend, and came back to a phone call from university insisting I had cheated on an assignment. Turns out he had found the big assignment of the semester, printed it out and literally changed the name from mine to his. Fortunately he was found out - but got very upset with me when I wouldnt tell the uni that 'he' wrote it. He moved out, and fortunately I learnt my lesson about sharing with people second time around. Interestingly, I was in Cash Converters a week later, and found my collection of CDs that had mysteriously gone missing a month ago - (I was able to identify them as I had marked each one of them). Then the phone bill came through, $700! I confronted him about the CDs, and he said he needed the money to pay for his new accomodation - nice of him! As for the phone bill, well, he paid half - unfortunately it was obvious that about 90% of it was his - the smart boy had signed up to a premium subscription service?!" Again I ask how one person can attract 2 major losers to live with them? Where does the problem and therefore the solution lie? Let me know your thoughts...

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"A similiar thing happened to me, out for work, all 15 of us staying in one room in sleeping bags, with little room to move, at the pub the night before(yes, good job I know), and lo and behold, in the morning, dead centre middle of the room, not 5cm from and in the middle of two peoples sleeping bags is a little pile of brown caviar. Nobody owned up to it, but we had our suspicions who did the phantom poo. the funnier part was that it was definetely one of the people in that room, whoever it was didnt remember it, nobody smelled it, or saw it, till the morning. like I said, phantom poo. Oh yeah, and another time, a couple of years back, big share house with a bunch of friends, one of the guys did not take the right turn to the toilet, but the left turn to the showers. One of the guys had fun using the fire hose to try and disintegrate the offender down the drain. needless to say, he was the only one using that shower for a while." Gross! People who leave a phantom poo are messed up in the head I reckon - what do you think?

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I got this story a few days ago from Karina.... "Worst flatmate ever? I had a flatmate once who was the flatmate from hell. I came back from holiday once to find half of my wardrobe missing - some of it she had 'borrowed' amd the rest she had 'lent' to a friend... Most of it I never got back. She had her boyfriend over lots, and made it really impossible for me to be in the living room, as they were draped over both sofas...(bear in mind that it is my flat). She'd wake me up in the middle of the night to ask for a condom... she would use my food, toiletries, and I'm sure she probably used my toothbrush as well. She also hated me seeing my friends - I had to hang out with her or no-one! When she moved out, she helped herself to a suitcase and some bedlinen of mine, and refused to hand over the keys. Literally, the flatmate from hell!" I feel your pain Karina and it's even worse when you come home and not only is your stuff missing, but your flatmate seems to have done a runner as well. Not that this has happened to me....

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Siobhan writes... "Im a harsh bitch but Im sure I wouldnt be alone in feeling that if someone abuses a communal room as badly as that they should not be allowed to use it anymore. Why should you be the one who has to go and use another toilet? Replace the toilet door handle with one that has a key lock and keep the key on your person at all times. The cost of the lock and upsetting the landlord is nothing compared to the cost to your mental health if this goes on any longer! Otherwise threaten to tell potential girlfriends of his disgusting habit etc. Its time to get mean! I hope hes paying for all the extra cleaning products you must be using!" Sarah has a great suggestion too..."OH, an idea! after you go, put gladwrap over the toilet bowl! then itll spray up at him! im sure hell stop it once you do that a few times! haha ". If that was my house though Sarah, I'd be likely to forget about it and in the middle of the night end up getting pee all over myself so maybe this one wouldn't work so well. Got an idea of your own? Let me know...

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Revenge is sweet and sometimes the only way to keep you from doing stupid things. Well things even more stupid than having revenge that is. One time I was thrown out of a room for no reason. I suspect the guy wanted to save the space (another roomie shared my fate) for his boyfriend and not pay for it. So he declared the rooms as unlimited rent. Of course I was mad like hell because that was the third time I was moving within a year with lets say less enjoyable roomies and circumstances to cope with. I had finals at school as well and only five weeks to clear the place and find something new, straight out of the roomie season, if you know what Im talking about. First of all I was about to beat the guy up, literally. I was on my way home from school, having achieved nothing, and having slept for what felt like a week, all because of him. On my way my mind told me to be clever instead of violent so I made a plan to do shitty things to his toothbrush. My mood brightened immediately and I had perhaps the most enjoyable dump in the whole world. I posted the picture recently on fugly.com: http://www.fugly.com/images/11826/angry_roommate_toothbrush.html Also I was throwing a goodbye-party that he found out about by accident five hours before it was about to blow (I had handed out leaflets in the subways, on the streets, even told a radio station), because he found the beer in the bathtub when he came home early. And I called people on their cell phones only and didnt pay the bill, and paid the rent about two months late. Told him to his face that I did though for the entirety of the time I had left there. His bf got mad as hell too, which I thought was very very hilarious. Filthy bastard." Yup - if you are gonna seek revenge, this is probably going to make you feel better. Have you ever been the victim of revenge? Perhaps you were the instigator? What went down?

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Luke writes..."Unbeknownst to myself and other housemates, one of the girls in our house was having a regular rendezvous with the local postman. As the rest of us usually worked at daytime we were none the wiser. Until one day one of my housemates was waiting out the front for the postman expecting an important letter. My other housemate was also waiting for the postman for "her important delivery". So she let my other housemate know that she's getting a bit of lunchtime action with the postman. We all had a good laugh about this until she found out that the postman was married and she "refused to let the postman deliver his special package anymore". He was quite upset by this and for the following couple of weeks would deliver our mail but rip up her mail and throw it around the front yard, he only stopped doing this after she threatened to complain to Australia Post." Anyone else out there have a similar tale? Know if your flatmate has seduced a tradie or someone else like that? What happened? Share your sordid stories with the world...

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"My crazy sophmore year roommate would eat canned salmon straight from the can. She would also make rice balls, wrap them in plastic wrap, leave them for a week and then eat it. She also got really mad at us once because we had thrown out a 5 pound bag of potatoes that had gone really bad and were stinking up the whole apartment. She thought that we had been digging through her stuff and taking her stuff. We tried to explain to her that the only reason we looked in her pantry was because we were looking for whatever it was that was so stinky. She also shared a room with a girl that was obsessed with ewan McGregor and had a cardboard cut out of Obi Wan Kanobi and my crazy roommate left a post it note saying your card board cape boy stinks. We thought she meant that it smelled bad, and it took us awhile to realize that she meant that it sucked. My Ewan McGregor obsessed roommate also made the crazy roommate was all of her clothes because they smelled like mold. I could go on, she was the weirdest person I have ever met." I know of a few celebrity obsessed folk out there. Have you ever lived with one? What were they like?

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"Nudity is great man, bring it on, lol! Well I guess Im just saying that as I was the offender. First night in a new place last year and there was a bit of a party. I crashed out in bed without pjs only to wake up at some point in the wee hours practically dying of dehydration due to the alcohol and cranking ducted heating that had been left on. Completely disoriented and totally unaware that about 6 of my new housemates friends were crashed out all in the lounge, I stumbled through the house trying to find a switch for the heating and managed to trip over one of them, waking the others up to the glory of a very bleary eyed naked me! Funny thing is I had to be reminded of the evenings events the following day?! Oh and I have seen one housemate nakey, my current housemate and I went out for drinks at the local and she decided it was a good idea to do a nudie run down the high street Well who was I to say no!! " Great story Anna and my general rule about nakedness is only if you're hot! If you're not - keep your clothes on please! Got something to say about nude flatmates? Let me know below...

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