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.

I was assaulted by the landlady for not wanting to 'get it on' with her.

I once shared a flat with 4 other people. 2 of whom were really vile. I bought my family Christmas presents and came back with them. When I went to bed, the vile 2 were adding up how much I spent on Christmas presents . I wouldn't have minded but they then applauded another flatmate for spending the same amount on himself. They also broke my hoover and cafetiere. They also ate my food and used my bin bags and when I approached them about it said "Oh I didn't think you'd mind".

When a uni housemate turned into my friend's stalker (and me by default so as to get more info about her). It was a nightmare and my other housemates didn't want to kick him out because we only had four months left on the lease. The scary thing was that at the time of accepting him as a housemate (after kicking out one who was lazy, dirty, stole our food and wouldn't pay rent) he seemed the best candidate out of about twenty. The rest were all a bit weird - a slimy Bangaldeshi who turned up for a second uninvited interview in a suit carrying a large bunch of flowers and telling me he liked to 'party' like Western girls (wink, wink), a Bible basher who seemed very uncomfortable that 2 girls were in the house and a few other oddballs. There was no way for us to tell that the quiet unassuming Master's student from China would turn into such a psycho in a couple of months.

At uni in my first year, one of my flatmates decided in our first week to cook a roast dinner to say hi which was great! He made a chicken but instead of refrigerating the rest of the carcass he put it in a kitchen cupboard. And there it stayed until the day we moved out (we had no idea and just thought the smell was the result of boozing in the kitchen constantly). Suffice to say the blackened carcass and festering maggots we found were enough to make me spew everywhere!!

Same flatmate also had a habit of leaving on his stereo at full blast in his locked room while he went out for 12 hrs while the rest of us had assignments to slave over. In the end it drove us all so crazy that I broke into his room & cut the wires to his speakers.

And to the poster who had someone bite their cheese block....I'd have killed them for that!!! Cheese is sacred!!!

10 months? Why the fuck do you not kick her out now. Not telling her pay rise, just street her.

She'd have lasted one month and when she didn't stump up, I'd have kicked her out.

I had a uni flatmate whose ex boyfriend came over and threatened her with a knife. I was out and she told me about how I missed all the excitement.

I had another who was a dom and gave a prank caller an earful. This was back in the days of landlines, no caller ID, etc. We ended up having to change our number, the perv rang so much.

Best was a flatmate who cooked meals for her pet rat, whom she fed out of her mouth.

'Like a disgusting version of pass the parcel'

I lived in a shared house and shared a room with my exP. skanky girl used his razor in the shower and left it on the shower floor. I stood in it (yes, stupid for not looking) and went bat shit crazy with my then partner only to realise that he had a 3 day stubble (and wouldn't shave in the shower anyway)

God knows how long she had been using his facial razor to shave her pits, legs and FANNY!! Uuuurgh!

Yeah, we are mugs. Money is tight, so we are putting up with it. Mostly she's at her bf so it's okay. Tbf she definitely has issues and a good chance she'd be homeless if we hadn't given her a place to stay.
These stories are shocking and hilarious, but mostly are students.
Our hm is 35.

My friend lived with some freegans - they'd go skip diving at supermarkets for food. He had no issues with that, sometimes would eat with them.

He did have issues the night he came home to find them butchering a cat they'd found that had been killed in a hit and run. They decided to make curry.

Friend moved out that night.

Many awful flatmates highlights include but are not limited to the girl who stole my pants and used my towel. I couldn't understand why my towel was always wet when I had put it on the radiator eve before. Eventually asked her and turned out she thought I laid it out for her!?! She also wore my thongs. The girl had permanent thrush and used to scratch herself on the arm of the couch, like a dog
Another flatmate had an affair with my boyfriends mum she was ancient and moved in, I can will never get the image of her all shagged out wearing his shirt in my kitchen..... blurgh

at the cat curry! I have just cuddled my cat close. Or would if he wasn't such a fucker

Moved into a flat with a girl whose advert had specifically said it was a non smoking flat. It wasn't. Smelt immaculate on visits but only when I had moved in did I realise she smoked inside the house. Everything I owned reeked of smoke when I left and I had to throw a lot of it away. Irony was she was a fusspot over everything else and tried to charge me for half the phone bill even though I had never made or received a call. Also made me leave my room door open when I was out to check how tidy it was. Needless to say I moved out ASAP!

I moved into what was a lovely flat-share - two other girls and one boy. It was also a room share - me and one of the other girls had a really big room to ourselves and we all got on really well. Then my lovely room-mate moved out to go back to Canada so we had to find a new person. Oddly we had hardly any applicants and we had to pay extra while we were down on numbers so we decided that one of the girls would be ok - we weren't crazy about her but as she was a nanny we thought she'd be alright.

She so wasn't alright. I shared a room with her, she would bring her boyfriend back and shag him while I was in the room, pretending to be asleep.

She stole our food all the time, she and her friend used my stuff all the time - my tapes all over the flat, my hairbrush in random places, my clothes went missing, people in my bed if I went away.

I had a nice bottle of Jamesons, that went.

Then she started shagging the nice boy flatmate and would emerge from his room in her underwear.

She had a satchel with bells on, my heart would sink when I heard the fucking jingling.

We had to ask her to leave in the end.

Then the other nice flatmate left and so I got the single room and our landlord put a woman and her son into the double room. She put the heating on all the time but insisted that bills were not split 4 ways even though she, with her son, were 2 occupants.

I left in the end and left my deposit for the last month's rent.

It's probably small beer compared to some but it was awful at the time!

So many gross stories on here!
I used to share a flat with 3 blokes, the usual manky toilets, kitchens etc.
The end for me came when I'd been away for the weekend and caught one of them having a wank in my bed. That evening (my last!) I fell asleep on the sofa watching a movie and woke up with another one of them having a wank beside me, just horrible.

I shared a room with a girl the first term of college. The room had bunk beds when we moved in. We decided to leave them as it gave us more space. All was fine until one night I woke in the middle of the night and the bed was shaking. Roomie had met a guy and was having sex with him on the bottom bed. I had the beds separated the next day and she never spoke to me again.
She also peed her pants one night and sat in them for hours while on the phone to her boyfriend that she had cheated on with the bed shaker.

Mine is beyond grim.

Sex offender. Had had sex with his 14 year old stepsister.

I worked for social services at the time and left soon afterwards.

compost was he done for it? That's shocking. Poor girl.

God I had loads. Eating my food when both of them earnt 3 times what i did. Stealing whole bottles of my shampoo/conditioner the minute i bought and put in bathroom. Expecting me to drive them everywhere because they couldnt be bothered to spend on tube or taxi and 'you have a car so why not, its only 5min". My underwear going missing. Them sneaking the heating and hall light back on at 11pm thru to 5am so bills went thru roof.

And worked for a letting agent years back: it wasnt just the house shares that were grotty, one couple in their mid 20's, the smell as you entered of unwashed clothes, unwashed bodies, sweat and wee was unimaginable. They seemed so nice that made it worse somehow.

He'd been charged and was quite open about what he'd done. I moved out before the court case came to its conclusion.

He also had a girlfriend who's attitude was that it was a big fuss about nothing.

A few years ago, when I was in my early 30s, I rented a room in a slightly grotty flat share in a very nice part of London. I thought I was going to be sharing with a Brazilian couple, but by the time I moved in they had broken up, she'd moved out and he'd moved his (male) friend in to help him drown his sorrows. The first night I spent there, I was woken by the sound of the friend crashing into the flat blind drunk at about 3am. He was a bartender and did this every night.

I hadn't been there two weeks when it was Christmas Eve and I had to get up super early to travel home to my mum's house for Christmas. I went into the kitchen still half asleep, noticed an odd smell but turned on the light without thinking. That's when I realised the smell was gas -- Mr Caipirinha had turned a ring on without lighting it. If there been a spark, I could have been killed. I turned the gas off, opened the window and went to the fridge. A family friend had sent me a whole Cornish Yarg cheese (random, I know) which I'd told my mum I would bring home with me. The previous evening, it had been unopened and fancily wrapped in paper and dried leaves. All that remained of it was a couple of crumbs. As angry as I was, I was also awed that one man could consume so much artisanal cheese.

The whole thing made a funny/horrific story to tell the bloke I'd just started seeing, who I moved in with 8 months later and with whom I now own a house that we will never share with anyone other than our own deeply uncivilised progeny.

Marco the mad Italian was great. My first night there I came home to an empty house, twenty minutes later Marco came home with what I assumed was his gf. We had a glass of wine, were chatting, all fine.

Suddenly the front door opens and a bloke walks in. Sits down. Introduces himself. Turns out he lives there too. Bit odd that it hadn't been mentioned but fine.

20 minutes later Marco and gf disappear upstairs and within seconds the bed above us is squeaking. Very embarrassed. Half an hour later Marco comes down and gf leaves. I then discovered it was their 1st date. I never saw her again. Bizarre.

Marco had serious red wine issues, and I would regularly find him passed out on the kitchen floor, landing, and even occassionally the lawn,

I also had a live in member of bar staff that told the most far fetched lies imaginable, both to me and customers.

I eventually asked her to leave when i found she had used to my laptop and found she had left her facebook logged on. I'd had a late miscarriage a week or so earlier, and she'd messaged her friends on her hometown all the details of 'her' pregnancy, scans and miscarriage.

She also had a number of imaginary Facebook friends, accounts she had set up, and would write on her own wall from other accounts things like 'you are the most amazing friend, I am so lucky to have you'

She was a very mixed up girl, but trying to separate truth from fiction to get to the bottom of it was impossible. I often wonder about her, and hope she sorted it out eventually.

I've got a few which are no way as bad as some but felt like it at the time.

Male flatmate with severe psoriasis who never vacuumed. No problem with skin complaints; I have eczema. I don't leave my flaky skin all over the house in places you wouldn't expect. Arm chair arms, sides of baths etc. I assume it was psoriasis as I never asked and I'm sure I've never seen a case so severe before or since. But he never dusted or vacuumed or cleared up the obvious (to me) flakes.

Female flatmate who always smelt of wee. Absolutely lovely girl and showered/washed her clothes. But always smelt of wee. Such a shame but really quite nauseating.

Female flatmate who was being 'courted' I guess by a man of the same religion who wanted to marry her. We gave him our flat phone number so he wouldn't come knocking on our door at all times of the day and night. She was annoyed with us (?!) and so when he rang she never answered the phone and never answered her door when we knocked on it and knew she was in. She also set several ringing bell type alarm clocks at various early times as she had an early job to get to. Woke me up next door every single morning but as she was such a deep sleeper never just the one alarm going off!! And those bell alarms ring and ring forever!!!

Friend of a friend had to move out of her house share the night her housemate broke down her other (nice) housemate's door and beat him with a baseball bat. She lost her deposit!!!

Other house share where no body cleaned ever so kitchen and bathroom were mouldy. There was a layer of grease half an inch thick in the grill pan which was clearly a fire hazard but people just put foil on top of the grill and ignored the solidified/moulten fat beneath... Was also told never to leave stuff on the draining board overnight as it would be slimed on by slugs. Turns out the tap was dripping and the under sink cupboard bottom had collapsed leaving bare earth underneath where the slugs were coming up from. To top it all someone had left a small houseplant type compost bag open in the cupboard. The slugs must have been laughing at us! I removed the compost and phoned the landlord who fixed it within a week. Why no one else had thought to do that in the months it had been happening I do not know. The shower head was so blocked with lime scale it barely pissed anything out. I bought strong stuff and soaked the head for a few hours. Looked like a totally new head and everyone commented on how amazingly powerful the shower was. Why did they put up with such a dribble piss shower for so long? Final straw was when I was doing a product research test and I needed to be the only one using the product as it would be weighed for usage at the end of the trial. I kept it out of the way but it just wasn't practical to keep it in my room. I put a note on it explaining why it was so important not to use it. It was blatantly obvious it was being used, even though I'd got more of my usual non trial stuff and left that in my usual place to avoid their temptation. I didn't get the trial incentive because they said I hadn't stuck to the rules. I was so pissed off that they had no respect for the house and no respect for my property that I just found somewhere else. The new flatmate became one of my close friends and came to my wedding so maybe they did me a favour?

An ex-landlord of mine who would walk around partially dressed in a vest, orange Y-fronts, black socks and black policeman like shoes and a huge erection. He kept a phial of his semen in the freezer next to the peas.

I never used the fridge.

I always ate out.

Oh I can't believe I forgot this one. Flatmate's friends stole my keys out of my bag and he showed them which one my room was. Got my keys back the same evening and thought nothing of it. Returned home to a ransacked room and several 'personal' items stolen. They were eventually returned in a disgusting state. Should have phoned the police. That was not a prank; that was breaking and entering and theft.