To ask about your worst experiences of house sharing with someone?

[Thatwanoverthere]

I have loads but this is the current, most awful example.

Dp and I currently have sublet our spare room to a friend who needed a place to live. The idea was that she helps with bills and in return doesn't have to pay as much rent as she would if she lived on her own.
Long story short; she is awful. Dirty, lazy and tight. will use our bread, butter etc but hides her stuff in case we use it. Didn't contribute to bills until I started asking for forty quid a month (for her share of Internet, gas and lekky) on top of her rent. Didn't pay a penny for Internet for ten months after she moved in despite using my old laptop which she then broke .

She also left her dirty knickers in the bathroom with a dirty fanny pad in them. Swanned in and out several times without picking them up. I went in with a plastic bag over my hand and dumped them.

dP is soon up for a pay rise so we are biding our time til we tell her to fuck off.

Lived in a house share years ago with some overseas students from China. They never ever cleaned anything. All year.

I came home one lunch time to make a sandwich and there was a skinned animal on the worktop in the kitchen. It had leaked blood all over the counter, down the front of the kitchen units and had pooled on the floor. I went out and bought a sandwich from the shop and came back. One of the guys was then chopping the animal up (it was a rabbit...I found out later) the blood was splashed all over the toaster and kettle and he was pulling the bones out and throwing them into the sink that was half full of breakfast dishes and water.

It was like a massacre. So disgusting.

Had a housemate who stayed in the house 4/7 nights
with her bf. Refused to pay any line rental or do any cleaning etc on the basis that she was only there 'part time 'and used to leave a weeks worth of dirty dishes In the kitchen sink every Thursday while she and the bf swanned off for the w/e.

Not nearly as bad as some but we sublet spare room to a friend for 4 months while I was working in another city. Came home one weekend when friend was out to discover no less than 16 empty crisp packets strewn around the flat, friend's discarded undies in the bathroom and, to crown it off, a used condom on the sitting room floor. He also never used to flush the loo after peeing. I love his parents but he was raised in a pigsty so didn't blame him too much, and we are still friends. Don't know if we would have been if he had stayed for longer than a few months though!

People are vile really. I'd imagine a lot of the people mentioned here are now the people popping up in the awful neighbours threads.

I agree, it feels like these people are from another planet where they exist in their own little world with no thought for others or care what anyone thinks about them. Most people would be horrified to behave like this but these dirty buggers really have no shame.

Shared a studstudent house with two other guys and ones woman.the blokes did no cleaning.one day the woman and I decided to clean the kitchen.i turned the toaster upside down to get rid of the crumbs.out fell a well-toasted mouse.we suddenly lost our appetiappetite for toast

Oh god. So many.

The student nurse who was so passive aggressive she left post it notes in the voice of the item it was on (I am Mrs plug hole. Please clean me.WITH BLEACH)

The housemate who moved her vile bf in despite us asking her not to, then proceeded to shag him loudly...constantly and then come downstairs and describe what they'd been up to. He was one of those boys whose mother had done everything got him. He never paid a bill, never did a stroke of housework and was incapable of using the cooker or washing machine. He once asked me how to make soup. When I started explaining about stock etc he said 'no, from a can.' Even worse, he was doing a phd at the time! Useless eejit.

The bodybuilder housemate who lived off eggs, tuna and Turkey and sprayed liquid shit over the bathroom daily.

The one who lived in her room and cooked in there over a camping stove.

The one who smoked in the house because 'you can't smell it if I open the window."

The one who used to shut round in his pants, tell me I was tasty and I should cheat on my bf...

So many. I hate house sharing. So much.

Zucker is spot on. These people are future neighbours from hell.

In my final year at Uni of one my roommates ( who I had chosen to live with and was no trouble) went abroad for a term and sublet to a mature student. She wasn't allowed to do this and so ultimately the 3 of us left were responsible for the house,bills, etc. the mature student was ok but she moved her boyfriend in as well who was a total knob. They spent every evening entwined on the sofa that my Dad had bought as he thought we I didn't have enough chairs. Of course I didn't feel I had any more right to sit on it than anyone else but as it was the only seating for 2 they would try and move you so they could " sit together". The boyfriend also had a thing about never putting anything in a bin - he had to throw it in basket ball style but was so shit at it that every bin was surrounded by his rubbish he couldnt be arsed get up to actually place in the bin. I went I to the kitchen one night to find him sitting on the floor by the freezer scooping my very expensive ice cream into his mouth with his fingers!!!
The final straw was him knocking over a candle and setting fire to their bedroom. As I said they shouldn't have even been there so we were liable. We has to phone our absent housemates Mum and get her to come and sort it out - thankfully she chucked them out and we had a spare room for the last month of term.

I am completely at these. Especially the toasted mouse. Book.

I let out the spare room in my old flat after I split from my ex.

The guy who moved in was not anything like these horror stories as in fact he had slight OCD tendencies and was very clean and tidy.

However, he had been there for about 5 weeks before things got really odd

The first thing was that I went out one night and didn't get home until about 3am. He had flipped the catch on the Yale lock so my key wouldn't turn. I had to get a locksmith out to get in. Once I was in, he claimed that he has not heard me banging on all of the doors and windows or calling his phone. This was despite me trying to kick the door in so loudly that I woke my neighbour 4 stories above me.

The following weekend I went away and came back home on the Sunday evening. Got home, had a chat with housemate. I then went up to my room and found that he had completely and immaculately made my bed. I went to ask him for an explanation as it was a term of his tenancy that he was not allowed in my room (I was expecting an apology and explanation along the lines of having a friend stay over). He flatly denied ever having been in my room. No one else had a key to the house. To add insult to injury he had also obviously found my vibrator that I kept under my pillow as it had plainly been taken apart and reassembled.

I couldn't trust someone who lied to me in that way so kicked him out.

*shakes fist at autocorrect "boak"

Oh the memories all the flooding back now. One of the filthy men I lived with used to wander round the house in his briefs and open kimono, and when drunk added a samurai sword to the outfit. He fancied himself a ninja.

Some of these are dreadful. Op I bet you can't wait to get your spare room back!

Dh and I once flat shared with a girl at uni, but only for one month.

She bought a two bedroom flat with a £250 mortgage and decided to charge dh and I £200, which at the time was expensive for a room, but as she was a friend we thought it would be OK. Then we found out that the bedroom she wanted us to have was a single room, but she and her mum had measured it so it could just fit in a double bed. There was no more room for anything else, so she agreed we could have a cupboard in the hall, while she had a 20' double bedroom to herself.

I'd just found out a relative was dying of a brain tumour (friend was surprised I was upset about this, as she thought I wasn't close to this relative so would be fine and dandy with their death) so I was too shellshocked to be sensible and say right away she was taking the piss and we wouldn't be moving in.

Final straw was when she told us her mum, who was a bank manager, had looked in my bank account and I didn't have enough money for rent how would I be paying? I did have enough money in dh's account with another bank, but instead came to my senses and used it to move out. She kept the month's rent and our £250 deposit, and her parting cry was 'How will I pay for my flat?'
She used to wonder why she had few friends, I should have explained to her it was because she treated other people like shit.

I lived with an Art Student whilst at uni who thought she was the next Tracy Emin and framed a bloody, used tampon of hers on the living room wall.

I also lived with a couple who I was certain were brother and sister. But shagging.

A friend of mine house shared with some male students. All was well until she came home one day and found one of them wearing her nighty and a pair of marigolds having a wank into her underwear drawer. She moved out that very minute.

The worst time for me was when I was a student, sharing with 4 other girls. They weren't really my type but I thought we rubbed along pretty well. I remember giving them lifts to college, sitting together to watch Eastenders, that sort of thing.

Then one evening, I heard them talking in my the room below my bedroom. Slagging me off in the vilest terms. I don't normally do confrontation and I was shaking and could barely speak I was so shocked, but something made me walk downstairs, knock on the door and tell them I could hear what they were saying and would they please stop?

I had to carry on living with the duplicitous bitches for months after that, and nearly all that time I was persona non grata - ignored, cold shouldered - including when I became suddenly ill with a life threatening illness one night and stayed alone in my room all night rather than go and wake one of them. After that, my parents took me home for life saving surgery, I missed some weeks of college whilst I was recuperating and within days of going back found a lovely flat with another friend.

I didn't tell the bitches I was going. I told the landlady though and she said she had never understood what someone as nice as me was doing with such girls. Moving day, I just walked out with my things and never spoke to them again.

It probably all sounds a bit overwrought now, but it hurt me more than I can say. And I don't care how recognisable this post is. If one of them is reading this now and recognises themselves: be ashamed, be very ashamed.

I had a housemate who called the police on my other housemate and some of my friends. Various infractions, including bringing home a traffic cone (we were students) and writing on his TV guide...

I lived in a mixed house and one of sharers was involved with a local church and the vicar asked him to put someone up who was leaving prison with nowhere to stay, we all agreed as we thought we'd be helping him get resettled. He was fine to start with and made a big effort to befriend us and to be helpful until he lost his job and started to resent is going off to college, he withdrew to his room and stopped joining in with us. He had a bit of a crush on me and when I didn't reciprocate he went for me with a mallet - fortunately other people were there and got him off me.
Then he got into the occult and kept talking about "presences" in the house and a cold feeling in parts of the house. None of us wanted to be in the house on our own with him. It got so bad that we went and asked the vicar to find somewhere else for him to live - he moved into live with some monks in a retreat.
There's others stories but he was the worst and the most scary

Like the one boiling his underwear in a saucepan - the same one he cooked poridge in
The one whose mums boyfriend was a thief and con merchant and stole our stuff.

I moved into a shared house that came with my job. The others rarely cleaned. It was so bad that there were mice in the kitchen. I only stayed there for 6 weeks.

i'm a complete slob so found house-sharing very pleasant as a rule except when living in a naice house owned by an older couple, with two other women living there. Due to my slobbishness there were many furious tellings-off from the landlady, e.g. at home my parents and I had agreed not to flush the loo for urine only to save water - my landlady found this utterly disgusting and I'd agree it's different when it's not your family but I 'd got into the habit... There was apocalyptic meltdown when a pair of pants with a period stain on them fell on the floor in my room, she was furious with me for that, again I can understand to an extent but that made me decide it was never going to work and I departed tout suite to a fleapit in south London where I was very happy. She rang me to inform me at top volume that it had been very inconvenient to lose me and she still hadn't found anyone else. I'd paid everything on the nail and given notice etc. I still sometimes hear her voice in my head.

I once lived in shared accommodation with 3 other people and it was interesting . I lived with 3 girls and their boyfriends came over a lot they always payed rent late and went to the club a lot. They would leave dirty tampons down the side of the bed you could imagine the shock I got when I pulled the bed backwards. The final straw was when one came back drunk and vomited down the sink and saucepans and I was the one who cleaned it she got in my bed and put her tounge down my throat a snogged me never had I brushed my teeth so long. Another example which stayed with me was late one night I went to pick my water bottle only to find it filled with a roommate piss... And yes I had drunk some.

When I was at Uni, one of my flatmates set fire to the flat. He used a saucepan to make some cuisine (probably pasta and ketchup knowing him) and burnt it to the bottom of the pan. After a week of looking at the dirty pan we all had a go at him (he was a complete slob) and told him to wash it up. So what did he do? Filled it with washing up liquid and water and put it on the hob to cook off the dirt. Then he went out

He's not like that now though, or at least he's still married so I hope he's not.....

My ex and I shared with a guy who used to puke out of his bedroom window and leave skidmarked pants lying around in plain view. He believed all forms of soap/detergent to be bad for the environment so he only washed his clothes in cold water with a drop of lavender oil, so the washing machine stank of his BO and I'd have to run an empty boil wash before I put my clothes in it. He used to leave pans of rice or pasta on the hob and go away for a week, and heaven help me if I dared to throw them away, so I'd have to leave them there growing mould. One pan of rice grew the most amazing tower of fluffy mould about six inches tall - I was actually quite sorry to see it go because it was so fascinatingly disgusting.

Ahh mine is a near miss & not nearly as bad as some of these! A few years ago I thought about renting out my spare room. A work colleague knew a girl a few years older than me who was looking - she came round & was lovely, really liked the house, & we agreed she would each have our own bedroom & bathroom & share the other rooms. She was really interested in the other spare room, which I use as a study, & the gardens, as well as redecorating her bedroom but I didn't think much of it. She casually mentioned that she occasionally babysat a child, & I agreed that perhaps she could do this in the house as long as it wasn't too often.

To cut a long story short, a few days later the work colleague showed me this girls Facebook - covered with pics of my house, and pics of kids bedrooms & swing sets etc, and discussions about how she would decorate her room & my other spare room - turns out that 'occasionally babysitting' was actually her 3 year old son who lived with her full time & whom would be moving into my house (& my other spare room). Needless to say they didn't move in after all.

Ok this was about 25 years ago I bought a house with my boyfriend and we let out the spare room to a young lad aged 19. He worked shifts and had his GF over in the day when we were at work and they had such noisy sex the neighbours complained to me.
His room stank as his hygiene levels were very low and he rarely washed. His sheets were brown when they should have been white and they stank as well.
Here's the worst bit... He moved out as he failed to pay the rent and shortly after that my bf and I split up. My bf saw him in a pub and told him we had split up and I was on my own in the house (I bought the bf out) and the ex-lodger then started making obscene phone calls to me and left messages on the answer phone that were obscene.
It took months to catch him as technology was not what it is today and the police had to put a trace on the line etc. He was sentenced to community service at court.
His aunt rang my house as she didn't know he had left and I told her what had happened and she said he had made obscene calls in the past and been in trouble.