Some folks are fortunate to have fantastic roommate experiences that are pleasant and enjoyable. Unfortunately, not everyone is as fortunate. In today’s compilation, people share their most terrifying stories with their housemates, some of which are so extreme that they resemble scenes from a Hollywood film.
Story 1:
My two-year roommate mysteriously vanished. She was a bright and joyful little kid. The police searched, but her parents had given all hope. Five years later, I was emptying out her room in preparation to sell the property. While moving the dresser, I discovered a secret hole in the wall. I placed my hand and, to my surprise, discovered a pile of notes that kept repeating, “If I ever disappear, you must urgently search for me at Jake’s cabin in the mountains.”
Jake was someone she’d been dating. He had a temper, but she remained with him because she was hopelessly in love. I dimly recall her mentioning how possessive and unpredictable he could be, but I didn’t think much about it at the time. We notified the police, but locating Jake proved impossible. He had left for Europe the last time anyone knew, and she had been missing for far too long. Even today, the recollection of that letter bothers me.
Story 2:
In my sophomore year of college, my roommate and I shared bunk beds. I had the upper bunk, and he had the lower bunk. If I was in bed, I could tell when he removed his shoes by the smell. He rarely showered, therefore he was a stinky dude.
He also had severe mental health concerns for which he refused to seek treatment. I’m talking about a narcissist (it was never his fault), manipulative, and compulsive liar. Fortunately, he moved out about halfway through the year. And he was going into education. copyright celloman78/Reddit
Story 3:
My one-semester college roommate was the smelliest person I’d ever met. His day would start with drinking half a gallon of milk, followed by sitting in his room, mumbling to himself in the dark while playing video games. He showers approximately twice a month, if we’re lucky, and every time I go past his room to get to mine, I gag from the odor.
It was the worst semester of my life, especially since I had pneumonia during my winter abroad in Canada. © Toronto_Phil | Reddit
Story 4:
She’d brush her lengthy hair and clean the brush. Then, to dispose of the hair, she would stuff it down the sink drain.
Normal folks discard it in the trash. She regularly blocked the sink. © Blackday44/Reddit
Story 5:
We had a communal kitchen between the three of us. We established cleaning schedules, but they never followed them; they simply heaped stuff up until it was my turn. After receiving repeated complaints that I was the only one cleaning, I quit cleaning. Three weeks later, the kitchen was filled with decaying food and fungi, as well as a cockroach infestation.
A cleaning company had to be engaged, and the expense was shared among the residents. I objected to the bill on the basis of previous objections. They didn’t argue, therefore I didn’t have to pay. I even received pay for eating out every night.
They got kicked out a week later. It was a win for me eventually, but a horrible time before that. © Mezame_Drgn / Reddit
Story 6:
I met Trevor through an internet ad, and at initially, living together was fine. However, after a few weeks, strange things began to happen. My food went missing, the temperature was constantly set to high, and I swear I overheard him chatting to someone late at night, despite the fact that he was alone.
I arrived home early one evening to find him sitting in the dark, facing the wall, muttering to himself. I turned on the lights, shocked. He looked over at me with hollow eyes and added, “You’re not supposed to see him.” Confused, I inquired, “See who?” He grinned, but the room seemed colder. “My other roommate.”
Story 7:
I had a roommate who wouldn’t wear deodorant. He also worked a physically demanding job and went to the gym, so he stunk a lot. He’d swear he showered twice a day, but no one ever saw it.
He then began defrauding our other housemates (in a four-bedroom apartment) by borrowing money and never repaying it. Then he started skipping his portion of the bills, followed by the rent. He eventually was kicked out.
While he was there, we joked that the best location to conceal our money from Mark (his name) was under the soap. © Overall_Draft_9416/Reddit
Story 8:
He had severe and undiagnosed OCD. He had a long list of rituals that consumed his entire day and irritated me.
One of his routines was to play a movie and music simultaneously on his laptop before taking a two-hour shower. We shared a room, so after he went, I’d close his laptop, and after his shower, he’d come out and say, “Why did you touch my laptop?”
I’d tell him the noise was disturbing, and he’d instruct me to use headphones. This occurred every Tuesday and Thursday night. © Burrito_Loyalist | Reddit
Story 9:
When I moved in with Claire, everything looked perfect—until I began hearing footsteps at night. They were faint at first, but suddenly came to a stop directly outside my door. One evening, I mustered the confidence to question Claire about it. She simply laughed and stated, “It’s probably just the house settling.”
But that night, as I lay in bed, I heard the footfall again—this time slower and deliberate. I held my breath, scared, till my bedroom door cracked open, showing Claire standing there, face pale and eyes wild. “It’s not the house,” she said quietly. “It’s him.”
Story 10:
When my older brother was rehabilitating, he moved in with me for a spell. He had a pet snake, which he repeatedly lost in my apartment. © Amy_G***linger | Reddit
Story 11:
I inherited lovely porcelain dishes for special dinners, as well as everyday dishes. She went out of her way to get the porcelain plates and actually tossed them into the sink, smashing them.
I asked her about it multiple times, and she said, “It’s your fault for owning nice things.” She was a crazy hippie. So I put them in a box and stored them in my room till the lease was up. © Mencryforme5/Reddit
Story 12:
She would come home, stock the fridge with food, and then leave a couple of days later to spend months with her 50-year-old boyfriend. Her food would spoil in the fridge, forcing me to throw it away. When she appeared unexpectedly, she would protest that we had eaten her meal.
When she went to go to her boyfriend’s, she would give me somewhere between $1,500 and $3,000 for her portion of the rent for the next few months. I’d have to watch her money, which made me paranoid. © Sirduckerton/Reddit
Story 13:
One day, I arrived home late and noticed my roommate swiftly enter her room, wrapped in a damp towel. I greeted hello, but she ignored me and avoided eye contact. I shook it off, thinking she hadn’t noticed me. Five minutes later, I heard her return home from outside. Confused, I inquired, “Weren’t you just inside your bedroom?” She grew pale and instructed me to rush to the car, lock it, and dial 911.
That day, I was terrified to learn that my roommate had schizophrenia. She sometimes skips her prescription, which causes her to detach and become paranoid. In her disconnected state, she had left the house without recognizing it and then returned, convinced she was dealing with an intruder. This explained her peculiar conduct of initially ignoring me and then requesting me to go to the car, as if there was a stranger in our house when it was actually her.
I’d been living with her for two months and had no idea about this. I still love her and consider her a friend, but I had to leave immediately since I no longer felt secure living there.
