Strange housemate stories

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It's been a long while since I had housemates but it's fair to say that in my early twenties I moved around a fair bit until i bit the bullet and moved into a place on my own. There are some strange people about!

My stories are fairly mundane, people who didn't clean up EVER, housemates who only ate super noodles out of a saucepan and somehow didn't get scurvy, housemates who seemed determined to shag anyone single in our town and the one who liked Winnie the Pooh more than anyone in their late twenties should admit too!

The one who made me leave decided that he fancied me, and started trying to get into my bed in the middle of the night . I'm not sure if he thought I would roll over and reciprocate his advances but after I started barricading myself in at night I started looking at places on rightmove with enthusiasm!

I was totally against a cleaning rota (I as 23 and thought it a fascist regime, stupid me). When I realised it meant we had a clean house and I only had to do the communal areas once every 5 weeks, I was all for it!

Obviously personal washing up had to be done at the time, and no spitting in the sink, that's just gross....

I lived with a bloke who slept inside the duvet cover. I think he occasionally washed the cover, but never the actual duvet. It was brown and stunk out the house if he left his bedroom door open. He somehow used to have a lot of different women spend the night. I always wondered why they didn't run the moment they saw the duvet.

In first year halls there was a very nice French woman who shaved her eyebrows off and had a hot chocolate in a bowl for breakfast every day.

I lived with 3 people, 1 guy I only saw twice in the entire year I lived there.
Eventually I asked one of our other housemates if we should check his room as he could be dead in there for all we knew, for her to tell me he actually had moved out 3 months ago!!!

Housemate 1 used to add sweetcorn to every meal when it was her turn to cook and bung up the shared loo the following day. 🤮 I haven't been able to eat it since. She also shagged HM2s BF (when HM2 went on a course) which involved plenty of screaming and hairpulling when HM2 returned and found them in HER bed.
HM3 never washed his bed sheets (unless he thought he might get lucky). He was not lucky in love (or clean sheeted) much so his room literally stank of BO which percolated through the flat if he left the door open.
HM4 used to lick his plates clean rather than wash up. He lived on pot noodles, garibaldi biscuits and delivery pizza. How he never got malnutrition/scurvy and lose all his teeth I've no idea!

Garibaldi biscuits is wonderfully random.

One house I lived in, the loft was split into two rooms. The lad in the other room kept borrowing my records without asking so I got a lock put on the door.
One weekend when I was away I’d left the velux window open a bit. He actually climbed out of his window, over the roof, and into my room to borrow Lou Reed’s Transformer 😂

Bruno the half French, half Belgian lad. He smoked French cigarettes, never saw him eat anything but his shits would stink the bathroom up really bad. Rotten dog food smell.

James, a goth, used to go out drinking and come back steaming drunk. He cut the laces off his boots many times when drunk and couldn’t be bothered to untie them.

As a student DH got fed up with there being no loo roll so he bought a massive pack and left it in his room. Came back from a night at the pub to find his hippy housemates stoned and playing Andrex puppies with his loo rolls in the living room.

I had the housemate with narcolepsy that would fall asleep in the bathroom with the only loo in the house in it. Fortunately the garden wasn’t too overlooked.

Not me but a friend told me she lived with someone that would make her plus guests were those shoe protectors in the house (the blue disposable ones)

Moved into a house (only out of necessity as given notice in previous place) where until I went to view it I didn't realise the 2 existing housemates were good friends, one being the owner of the house. Fast forward some time and some of the front parts of the freezer drawers got damaged/broken (owner didn't do any upkeep on it so it got difficult to open the drawers, hence plastic breaking off when you tried to open them.) We had a drawer each - owner left a note asking the person responsible to pay £10 or something like that per drawer to replace them - I broke one partially but the owner or friend broke the other 2. I left the note for a week and no money appeared and it became obvious they weren't going to cough up. I paid it all just to be sure I would get my deposit whenever I'd need to move out, but deep down objected to it greatly.

Other then their own washing up/laundry, they never dusted/hoovered/mopped the property/cleaned the bathrooms etc either - I did it because I wanted to live in a clean place and presumably they did it before I moved in with them, but honestly there's just so many things like this that they took the biscuit with over the few years I was there.

Another place I lived in the owner had her daughter stay over with no notice to me whatsoever - and she then took it upon herself for her and her daughter to use both my shower supplies AND my toothpaste. Shower gel/shampoo is one thing...but a pair of strangers using my toothpaste...I don't think so! 🤢

Oh god I've loads

Lived with woman who regularly brought a different fella home at least three nights per week. She was crazy.

Always partying, drinking, on drugs, would come home at 3am and put loud music in etc etc. Had a good job too

and had a hot chocolate in a bowl for breakfast every day.
^

French boy housemate also did this

With soaked biscuits in it too

Anyone else a bit worried they're going to show up on here? 😬😬

I have mentioned him before. He was a misogynist and had OCD. He never cooked from scratch so if we left our pots out to cool down he had a melt down. Another guy would stir fry a lot and leave oil around which caused another melt down. He cooked late at night as he did not like anyone else in the kitchen with him. If the other woman came back late from a late night shift he went on at her if she popped in the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He would shout and scream and bang doors. Call us bitches etc. We kept complaining about him as he was threatening violence.

The last straw was when he turned the fridge/freezer off (we realised he had got himself one). Whenever anyone official came to speak to him. he would point to his brown skin and say we were picking on him! Not the case but he was barking.....

Accused us of blocking the toilet. He was the one who made a nest with toilet paper and then flushed handfuls of it down the loo!

I cannot give justice to how awful he was!

Eventually he was asked (told) to leave.

I have mentioned him before. He was a misogynist and had OCD. He never cooked from scratch so if we left our pots out to cool down he had a melt down. Another guy would stir fry a lot and leave oil around which caused another melt down. He cooked late at night as he did not like anyone else in the kitchen with him. If the other woman came back late from a late night shift he went on at her if she popped in the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He would shout and scream and bang doors. Call us bitches etc. We kept complaining about him as he was threatening violence.

The last straw was when he turned the fridge/freezer off (we realised he had got himself one). Whenever anyone official came to speak to him. he would point to his brown skin and say we were picking on him! Not the case but he was barking.....

Accused us of blocking the toilet. He was the one who made a nest with toilet paper and then flushed handfuls of it down the loo!

I cannot give justice to how awful he was!

Eventually he was asked (told) to leave.

I have mentioned him before. He was a misogynist and had OCD. He never cooked from scratch so if we left our pots out to cool down he had a melt down. Another guy would stir fry a lot and leave oil around which caused another melt down. He cooked late at night as he did not like anyone else in the kitchen with him. If the other woman came back late from a late night shift he went on at her if she popped in the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He would shout and scream and bang doors. Call us bitches etc. We kept complaining about him as he was threatening violence.

The last straw was when he turned the fridge/freezer off (we realised he had got himself one). Whenever anyone official came to speak to him. he would point to his brown skin and say we were picking on him! Not the case but he was barking.....

Accused us of blocking the toilet. He was the one who made a nest with toilet paper and then flushed handfuls of it down the loo!

I cannot give justice to how awful he was!

Eventually he was asked (told) to leave.

I've never been in a house share. Thank God.

But one of my friends returned home from the university holidays early to find one of her male house mates bollock naked, spread eagled on the dining room table wanking.

I had an odd one, not all bad, but definitely odd. Rented a room in a shared flat, with four other adults. No issues, except one instance of ex-boyfriend intercom drama. After a few months people started moving out as their contracts were up, and they weren't replaced.
Then, halfway through the rental period, the landlord moved a relative's young family in (flat was advertised as adult only). Dad, small child, heavily pregnant mum. The kid was good fun, I hung out with them quite a bit - effectively free babysitting tbh but I didn't mind. Newborn, much less fun. Nobody wants to share a flat with a newborn that isn't theirs, especially when the only notice they've had is realising the mum is pregnant by observation. Very little communication. And then, shortly after the baby was born, a whole bunch of extended family came to stay. Which meant at one point there was one bathroom between nine people, including a newborn, a small child, and an elderly man with dementia. Not ideal when I had to get out to work. And doing my share of the cleaning for nine people including kids was very different to doing my share of the cleaning for five adults, especially as the frequency that I'd agreed with the mum (dad did fuck all) didn't change!
It also massively changed the dynamic in the kitchen, from housemates who wash up as they go (I was lucky!) and who were only cooking for one or two, to feeling like a lodger and as if I was getting in the way when I wanted to get my lunch while they were cooking full family meals using all the hotplates and hanging out in the kitchen for hours at a time. Which is obviously normal in a family home, but really quite unfair that I was paying the same rent for an awkward lodger situation as I had been in an equal flatshare situation.
Such a weird time.

@StedeBonnet not going to pretend I wasn't worried about this, I undoubtedly annoyed housemates at various times!

I once lived with a guy who hoarded tens if not hundreds of tins of green beans and sweetcorn in his bedroom because he thought we might steal them. It was like he'd built a tinned veg fort up there! He also had one manky pot on the hob which he used to heat up said tins and which he never washed. Another housemate in that house only ever cooked and ate massive vats of tuna pasta. (He ate out the rest of the time). The other chap we lived with was the only one with an en suite with a bath - regularly used all the hot water for a house of 6. Cue massive screaming matches.

DS lives in a house share with three other young men. My god it is vile in there. Mice have moved in. The tap is set into the sink in the bathroom in such a way that you can't really get your hands underneath the water to wash them - IF you are brave enough to go to the loo and then fortunate enough to find soap.

I went to help him with something to find they had "tidied up" by putting all the dirty dishes into a cupboard! The hallway is full of smelly trainers and unidentified pants - it's a hellhole. I don't dare look in the fridge.

I had to share a room in my first year of Uni. I wasn't perfect by any means but I like to think my unwashed mugs were countered by my room mate's half drunk bottles of milk in various stages of decay behind the curtains. 🤢

Had a couple who - when draining pasta - took it in the pan to the bathroom with a colinder and drained it into the toilet then returned to the kitchen, plated it up and ate it.

So many stories...

One housemate was so annoyed by kitchen mess that they would use a pencil to draw a circle around each crumb on the worktop. This was in a house with 7 people... it was a loosing battle.

Housemate 1 accused me of flirting with her married (with new baby) brother. Later that evening I heard a piercing scream - she had walked in on her brother shagging housemate 2.

Nothing terrible, to be fair I was probably quite an inconsiderate housemate.

I had a french housemate whose food cupboard smelled of mouldy broccoli. I investigated to find that it was an uncovered plate of french cheese , melting onto the plate. I helpfully put it in the fridge after which he told me off and continued to keep the stinking cheese in his cupboard.

We often ran out of mugs but it was no problem as we knew where to find them - in the other male housemate's room, tens of them, at various stages of mouldy growth.

@Burntout101 I mean, I love cheese but there's a limit!