People Reveal The Most Horrific Roommate They’ve Ever Had

These people share the real-life horror stories about their nightmare roommates.

She Was So Passive Aggressive

“My current roommate never has her money on time, refuses to put my name on anything, and still feels okay with complaining that I don’t help take the money to our landlord. She gets really upset when I ask her to mop the floors smeared with her puppy’s poop. And I mean all over. She also posts Facebook statuses like, ‘I should really stop being so nice’ when I address these problems politely.

I gave my 30-day notice for the end of February. She told me she has friends who are living in a garage so I’ll need to leave in five days so they can move in.”

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What A Nutcase

“I will never forget my nightmare roommate. She was paranoid and woke up very early to ‘pray’ out loud to God about me hiding her keys. She insisted I had done this to get on her nerves, and when she finally found the keys in her car between the seats, she insisted I had planted them there.

She also said that people who coughed in her presence were doing so to get on her nerves, and she warned me to never cough in front of her. If someone did cough, she would uncontrollably blurt out, ‘Screw you!’ This happened at the bank one day when she was paying her rent, which was a week late. The poor man who coughed had no idea why she was cussing at him. She was insane.”

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She Had A Vendetta

“My college roommate, Annie, and I did not get along.

My first day there she put up a curtain dividing the room and told me never to speak to her unless she asked me too. A few months go by, and we mostly live in silent resentment. Until one day, when Annie decided that she wanted her friend to live in the room instead and that I was the spawn of Satan (I liked punk rock, had multiple piercings and pink hair) so she launched a campaign to get me to leave or kicked out.

First, she said that I was smoking in the room (I don’t smoke). Then she inexplicably took all of my sheets, planted rotten food under my bed, then (my personal favorite) told the RA (who happened to be my boyfriend’s cousin) that I was a lesbian.

Predictably, none of this worked, so her next ploy was to make sure I caught her and her boyfriend screwing on my bed. When that also didn’t get me to move out, she physically attacked me.

After that last one, I just walked out and never came back to the room. I reported Annie, she got kicked out and then I rented a house with my friends off campus.”

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“I’m Still Terrified I’ll See Them Again”

“I had three roommates. I got along with two of them, but we barely saw the third.

The two I got along with knew each other from high school. One (let’s call her Julia) got pregnant on purpose by her boyfriend who just lost his job due to spending too much time with her. The other (let’s call her Jane) lied about getting arrested, and we got death threats on our apartment door because she apparently left a gang on bad terms.

Jane also got pregnant with her boyfriend, who she cheated on, and ended up losing the baby. But we all got along just fine. Until one day, when they accused me of stealing their bagels, and everything spiraled out of control.

Jane and Julia told me I couldn’t use the kitchen (I had a mini fridge in my room and my own bathroom), they changed the wifi password and moved in their German Shepherd so my cat couldn’t walk around the apartment. German Shepherds weren’t allowed in the apartment complex. My cat disappeared while I was home for Christmas.

Julia’s boyfriend moved in as well (even though he technically needed permission from all the roommates to move in). I got proof that he was living there and got Julia, her boyfriend, and the dog evicted. Then Jane moved out, but not before calling the cops on me because I apparently stole her toolbox. Julia had also bleached a load of my clothing before leaving. They sent me death threats before I blocked them on all social media. I’m still terrified I’ll see them again.”

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It Was A Nightmare Until They Just… Disappeared

“My best friend from high school and her girlfriend moved in after my previous roommates moved out. I apologized that I couldn’t help them when I was at work, and we discussed furniture and other things that were already furnished in my apartment. When I came home from work, there were three more couches in my tiny living room. One literally stacked on top of my couch. My friend said that her mom made her take everything and that she had nowhere to put most of her stuff.

The second bedroom was their clothing room, which after three weeks was so full of stuff that the door would no longer open. They never opened it for the next two months. They put my dining room table on its side to set up a Christmas tree, which was up for two months after Christmas. I worked 60 hours a week and had no patience for it. If I asked them to clean, nothing happened. They smoked in their room everyday, both lost their jobs at WalMart, and eventually shut themselves in their room.

I’m allergic to rabbits. One day, I came home and there was one just sitting in my living room, staring at me with this strangely cute but horribly misplaced rabbit face. I told them I was allergic and they got rid of it after a week. They replaced it with a snake, which they did not have a cage for.

I started defending my ‘honor’ after they were there for three weeks, and my mom helped me remove their old couches. I worked full-time and was doing this as a favor to old high school friends. It was a very poor decision, moving from a small town to a city and offering them a hand.

Eventually, I couldn’t walk through the house. There were dishes in the bathtub and I was staying at my boyfriend’s house every night just to avoid their messy lives. One day, I came home, and their bedroom was empty. My living room was full of their extra boxes and months of garbage. I still couldn’t open the second bedroom. Their bedroom had food and rotten garbage all over it. The living room and my bedroom were sparkling clean, and the kitchen was the toilet of God and Lucifer.

They left without paying rent, and they disappeared. This was a close friend of mine from high school. They changed their numbers and completely vanished. I have not had a roommate since. I’m not the best person in the world, but I’ll never let myself go through that again.”

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No Wonder He Had Gone Through So Many Roommates

“My junior year of undergrad, I applied for on-campus housing a bit late and got placed in supplementary housing, meaning I was assigned a temporary room with more than two roommates. Eventually, a few people would leave for one reason or another mid-semester, and the housing staff would transition students from supplemental rooms into permanent rooms.

About two-thirds through the semester, I got a permanent room assignment. After I moved in, I realized I had a huge problem on my hands – we’ll call him Mickey. Mickey just never showered – I counted 17 days straight before I saw his shampoo move in the shower. We had private bathrooms in each dorm room, so I could keep a close eye on it.

He never left the room unless it was to get food, and he would constantly sit on his bed and alternate between his three laptops playing different games. It was obvious he never showered because there were three distinct grease spots on the walls where he rested his head in his most comfortable position. I’m pretty sure he never went to class. Besides him smelling, the trash always smelled because he never took it out.

And once he took a massive dump, clogged up the toilet, and didn’t call for a maintenance request until I filled one out for him. By the looks of it, it had been clogged the entire day until I got home around 10:30 p.m. The worst part was waking up to a rhythmic shuffling noise once on a Saturday. When I opened my eyes to figure out where the sound was coming from, he was staring right at me. I pulled the covers over my head, flipped over, and tried to go back sleep, only for the guy to keep rubbing one out.

Turns out, I was his fourth roommate that semester.”

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The Best Day Of His Year Was When The Roommate Moved Out

“My second-year college roommate was dirty. He threw his dirty clothes everywhere. He’d spill iced tea, soda, coffee, etc., and never clean it up. Same with food. His side of the room was just a mess, and I’m surprised we never had roach or mouse infestations.

Miraculously, he had a girlfriend, and they frequently ‘Netflix and chilled’ before Netflix existed. So, when I’d come back from hanging out with my friends, the room would smell like ‘romance’-flavored popcorn… or their bodily fluids smelled like popcorn. Disgusting either way. Within a few months, he decided to move in with his girlfriend off campus. That had to be the best day of my second year.”

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A Stabbing In The Living Room

“I had a roommate get stabbed in my living room while I was sleeping. I woke up to the Royal Canadian Mountain Police basically clearing the house with drawn weapons because the neighbors called it in. The first thing they saw coming through the door was blood on the walls. That was a fun morning.

Basically, one of my roommates and their ‘friend’ were drinking and things got rowdy. They start a fist fight, it escalated, and eventually the roommate’s ‘friend’ picks up a steak knife and stabs my roommate three or four times. The roommate takes him outside and beats him unconscious with a snow shovel, and leaves him bleeding on the sidewalk while he drives himself to the hospital.

My other roommate was downstairs and came upstairs to blood everywhere and several very serious looking federal police at the door. They cleared the house, so I woke up to a weapon and a flashlight aimed at me through my bedroom door. I get put in cuffs, basically just for being in the house at the time, and get taken to the station for a statement.

I don’t get home until 6 a.m. I call in sick to work and start cleaning blood off the walls. Roommate ended up in jail for 90 days for assault. I don’t know what the other guy got. I moved several weeks later after my roommate had gotten out of jail, again.”

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He Was So Stinky

“My college roommate freshman year. He never used any sheets on the dorm mattress; he slept directly on the mattress. He kept all of his clothes in trash bags in the beginning, but eventually, they ended up in a giant pile on the floor. He would search through the pile, do the sniff test on several items, and put on the least smelly.

We lived in a suite, so we shared a bathroom with the dorm next door. I never saw him take soap of any kind into the shower. Six weeks into the semester, I hear him tell his buddy that he hasn’t used soap since the semester started.

He and his buddies were always playing Magic until 2 a.m., even though I had 8 a.m. class. Luckily he moved out at the end of the semester. I was looking into moving myself if he hadn’t.”

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“Deal With It Or Get Out”

“God, there are so many aspects to this one really crappy roommate situation I was in.

It was a three-bedroom house. I had two roommates: a girl and a guy. Three dogs and none of them mine. One of the dogs (the biggest sweetheart in the world) had a bladder problem and would pee the second he got excited. The roommates didn’t take care of their dogs, so I was the one cleaning up after them and feeding them. Speaking of cleaning, nobody did it except for me. Every night, I would clean the kitchen. Everything would be put away or in the dishwasher. Every morning, I’d wake up to a wreck. No free counter space, and food left out on the counter for who knows how long.

We all paid rent on time, so that wasn’t a problem, but the girl who was in charge of paying the utilities forgot to pay them constantly. Once, our internet bill was $350 instead of $60 because she had forgotten to pay it for two months.

The girl. Oh. My. God. The girl. She got a DUI the day I moved in and lost her car as a result. I had to drive her to work for two months until she bought a new car. She couldn’t buy drinks for a while after the DUI, but as soon as she could, she started going out to bars several nights a week. She would bring strangers home after the bars closed, who would then be loud and drink until 6 a.m. and scare the pee-prone dog.

The straw that finally broke the camel’s back is when I asked her to please not bring people home one night because I had a test, job interview, and a presentation the next day. She brought people home anyway, and one of them wandered into my room around 4 a.m. with the three dogs. Then when I confronted her about it, she told me, ‘This is my house, so deal with it or get out.’

Guess what I did?”

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He Was Stealing From Them The Whole Time

“I was staying with my boyfriend who had signed a lease with his roommate. This guy was the gamer type, barely left his room, lived off of frozen pizza, and couldn’t hold a job because of pure laziness.

One day, on the second of the month, I checked my bank account and I saw that $700 was withdrawn from an ATM. I didn’t do it. After confronting the roommate, he admitted that he watched me type my pin at the grocery store a few days earlier, took the money to pay for rent and pizza, and thought he could get the money back into my account before I could notice. He also admitted to taking cash out of both mine and my boyfriend’s wallets for a few months. I was furious.”

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This Girl Was A Nightmare

“Kate. Kate was a terror. She had a room in a house I shared with a few other kids our freshmen year in Santa Barbara. She was 28 years old, unemployed, flunked out of school, had dreads (not as a fashion choice; they were from not showering), teeth messed up from illegal substances, and she was mooching off her mother. Total scumbag.

To set the record straight: I hate this girl.

Kate’s favorite food in the whole world was beets. She stole them from the local farmers market or went dumpster diving. She would often start a pot of beets boiling on the stove, and then do some illegal substances, pass out, and forget about them. She would go about her day until one of us got home and realized the smoke alarm was going off, and the house smelled like boiled beets.

She had two cats, but no litter box. They would pee and poop all over everything. We had to replace the toaster twice because her cats would pee on it.

She never paid bills but torrented things prolifically and without care. The Internet at the time was under my name, and I was receiving countless emails about torrent usage. I recommended a VPN, and she told me to leave her alone. ‘I don’t care, it’s under your name, you’ll get in trouble.’ I blacklisted her on the router after that.

One time, our other roommate gave her cash to pay the bills. She spent it on illegal substances. We got home from class, the unpaid bill was still on the counter, and she had the hallway mirror on the table with a few lines still cut.

Eventually, she got pregnant. She found out the same week our landlord decided he was sick of her shenanigans and gave her 30-days notice. Somehow, that was my fault, or at least that’s what I was lead to believe when she screamed at me after class. Anyways, that’s Kate. Screw her.”

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“I’m Never Having Roommates Again”

“My roommate fooled around with her boyfriend’s dad as revenge for her boyfriend cheating on her. The dad and boyfriend got into a fist fight over her at our apartment, which damaged a ton of stuff. She later fooled around with the dad AGAIN while the boyfriend and his mom were at church.

She had a mystery clam chowder she would make, and we had no idea what it was or how she would refill it. She would heat it up, eat a little, leave it, heat it up again. The other roommate and I searched for clam chowder cans just to see where it might be coming from but found nothing.

Crazy Pants claimed I was ‘ruining’ our third roommate’s last year at school because I couldn’t handle Crazy Pants’ crazy and moved out. I kept paying for my room as a courtesy to our third roommate, but Crazy Pants moved her dad in and failed to mention the room I was paying for was being used. She screeched at me over the phone ‘but it’s MY DAD!!’ when I told her she could pay for the room if she was using it.

I gave my share of the rent to the third roomie and told her to never let Crazy Pants have it. Only one tenant was allowed to turn in a check, so the third roomie handed over our rent to Crazy Pants. She bounced the check four times before I threw my hands up and told the landlord I’d pay my share for the rest of the lease in cash. Crazy Pants also makes the toilet paper bandit sound tame, and the toilet paper bandit would use a whole roll in a day. She’d never flush it, but throw it in the trash until it was overflowing.

I’m never having roommates again.”

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She Would Tattle To Their Parents

“My ex-roommate used to live off frozen spinach, which she heated up in the microwave with a stick of melted butter in an attempt to ‘eat clean.’ She would disappear for days at a time and leave her old spinach in the fridge to rot and the butter to congeal. The worst was her salad phase, where the old lettuces, tomatoes, cheese, and dressing would always end up smelling like rotting fish. She never threw out her old food once in six months.

One day, she came home after a three-day bender and threw an actual tantrum (she was 21 at the time) because the house wasn’t spotless, and she was having a party in a few hours. When I say the house wasn’t spotless, we had vacuumed the night before, the garden had been weeded the day before, there was no cups or anything in the sink. She shouted at me for 10 minutes and then burst into tears and called her mother, who then called my mother about how terrible I was. My mother laughed her out the door.

She ended up deciding to leave with no notice, then it became months of back and forth as she refused to pay for the notice period (four weeks) that we agreed upon. She then got her dad to call my dad and accused us of ‘ganging up on her’ because my dad refused to divulge in this nonsense that had nothing to do with him.

She was also racist and intolerant of any political views that weren’t hers. She used to invite groups of friends over and hide them in her room because she was embarrassed by us (we were all young professionals). She would ask us to leave the house if she invited her friends over, and used to steal our small dogs to take photos with her friends. So we had to leave, but the dogs were allowed to stay for photo taking purposes.”

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She Couldn’t Stand Her

“I had a roommate with two little yappy dogs that never shut up. They barked constantly, and at absolutely nothing. Never in my life have I wanted to harm a living creature until those dogs. She would also be late on her rent and sit on the couch watching Glee on Netflix. Like, the full series. And when she finished it, she would watch it again from the beginning.

She would constantly fall asleep on the couch or sleep in the guest room rather than her bedroom because she never cleaned it. She totaled her car by rear-ending someone, and big surprise, her insurance had lapsed because she didn’t pay the bill.

Finally, she told me she was moving out. I was excited. Then, a week before she was going to move out, she said ‘oh, what if I didn’t move out?’ I told her as quickly as I could, ‘well, that will suck for my friend Mike who is moving in in two weeks.’

She then claimed she couldn’t move because she didn’t have money for movers. I said, get a truck and I’ll help you move. She got a truck, I somehow summoned superhuman strength, and loaded up all her stuff and helped her unload everything. When I drove off, I had never been so happy in my life. I also blocked her number.”

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