I got no horror stories. Just a housemate that is annoying as shit.
First he's passive aggressive. If you confront he's all meek, but leave him along he puts his shit everywhere.
Two, he coughs. All the time. Never stops. I don't know if he smokes or what have you, but he never. Stops. Coughing. Three in the bloody morning. HARAAK! HEER-YEEERK *spit*
And it's not like you can confront him on it.
He also mumbles to himself all the time. If I could make out words, it might be better, but all I hear is mumbling whenever he is out of his room moving around.
And speaking of his room. He sprays some sort of canned shit in there. Smells like fake fruit. I don't know what the fuck is up with there. Floods the floor when he opens the door.
And he's a serious christfag. Goes to church every Sunday. Carries an image of a crucifix in his breast pocket.
The other two guys living on my floor are fine. Quiet as mice.

Yes turns out my roommate was an alien. We all had a jolly good laugh. Then I found out he was dead for 5 months.

>>4399372
Then who was roommate?

>>4399395
I was roommate.

I lived in a flat with 10 other people (student halls) and one guy left mid year so the uni put another guy in his room.

This guy was a fucking freak. I tried to go talk to him be nice welcome him and stuff on my own and he was incapable of holding a conversation. Anyways I figured fair enough he's uncomfortable ill leave him to it and everyone in the flat did. We werent unfriendly we just let him do his thing whilst we did ours.

Now that would all be fine except for the fact he eats prepackaged ready meals for breakfasts lunch and dinner and keeps them in his cupboard in the kitchen which was attached to mine. These things are meant to be frozen right? So its not suprising he had explosive shits constantly and for some fucked up reason he never flushed. EVER.

Anyways we talk to him and say he should keep his stuff in the fridge which he does so we think okay well thats okay then. But the explosive shit continued so we left a note in the toilet saying "flush the toilet after you use it." and at some point he wrote on it "you forgot to say PLEASE." so everyone was like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

Basically people gave up and used the other toilet but his room STANK so much that even with the door shut the whole corridor reaked of it. It was enough to make you retch when you walked into it.

But yeah he was disgusting never washed either and totally fucked in the head.

>>4399400
no u wasn't

>>4399430

That's the kind of person you beat the shit (no pun intended) out of.

Housemate has not eaten a vegetable for the last 8 months. Baked beans don't count. Constantly complains of heart problems, won't take advice and doesn't see the link. This man cannot correctly identify a kiwi fruit and is perplexed by limes.

I lived in a suite in a college dorm so this guy wasn't my roommate, but I had to live with him.

It wasn't that bad, just a lot of annoying things. He never threw anything away, just left it on the couch, the table, the floor, wherever. Anytime I asked him to clean up a bit his stock response would be "Suck my cock" Relations were always hostile between us.

He was a frat guy so he had his obnoxious frat brothers over a lot. He also had a girlfriend for one semester who practically lived there and complained about the squalid conditions all the time. They fucked pretty much every night and I could hear it every time. Invested in a good pair of headphones.

Also, he was demanding at times. He wanted me to pick him up from downtown now and then (I only did it once) and take him to McDonalds or Wendys (never did this) One morning he came back from a frat party at 7AM and forgot his keys so he banged on the door until I got up and cursed him out.

Last straw came when I got sick of him not throwing garbage out 3 days before finals. After telling him to clean up, again, he said his usual "Suck my cock" and I said, "No that's your girlfriend's job" while his girlfriend was sitting right next to him. That set him off and we got in a shoving and shouting match. School ended, and I haven't spoken a word to him ever since.

>>4399430
Yes, this is the type of person you either beat the shit out of, or kill (no joke, i would have little to no problem killing a human as worthless as that)

I live with a highschool guy (I'm in highschool too) and we share the apartment. He is a pretty cool guy but he god damn sucks at dishwashing leaving pieces of food on the dishes sometimes. Also I caught his girlfriend almost naked, she's hot.

>>4399430
I shouldve mentioned when he left the flat he left a fucking huge shit in the toilet.

>>4399500
probablelbloockz
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i want to have your babies

Post maoerr ammmdammnn motobloc

This happened to a friend of mine. She came home from a weekend out of town to find her front door lying on the floor. Then she got a phone call from someone in San Jose (a good 45minute drive away) saying "Um we have your cat Max Shimmy, you need to come pick him up.

Apperantly the cat had hopped into tweeker roomate's car (while she was picking her boyfriend up from jail or rehab or something), and wasn't noticed until later on. Max shimmy took off, and luckily had on an ID tag. No explination for the door that I remember.

>>4399430
This reminds me of a story...

http://www.wyseguys.com/blog/category/14.aspx

It's very long but worth the read. Keep in mind there's 9 parts.

WHAT IS THE COMIC OP POSTED? I SEE IT ALL THE TIME BUT I DON'T HAVE A NAME!!!!

>>4399993
Sad Pictures For Sad Children

no real complaints aside from him being so FUCKING ANAL

FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP SCREAMING AT ME EVERYTIME I PUT PLASTIC BAGS IN THE WRONG CUPBOARD AND TRYING TO HOOK ME UP WITH ALL YOUR GAY FRIENDS

>>4399973
I came to this thread just because I knew someone would post that story and I wanted to read it again.

>>4400008
i think it's just "Pictures for Sad Children"

but yeah that, it's pretty good

ULTIMATE HORROR STORY

Me: Engineering Major
Room Mate: Business Freshman

/thread

>>4400362
... HEAVEN AND HELL
LETS ROCK

Housing complex. The units are basically small cottages, made for two room-mates, with a common area and attached kitchen, a small storage closet in the common area containing water pipes leading to Suite A's bathroom. The two private areas of the suite contained a private bedroom, a sliding glass patio door, and a private bathroom. Sounds idyllic.

My roomie, Jed, liked to throw parties. He liked tarantulas, too, and kept six.

For the sake of saving my effort in recounting this story, here is a basic rundown of the chaos:

This run-through of incidents is going to be kind of terse, because I'm working off of a check list I made a while ago.

During our stay together, my roomie:

He brought his motorcycle into our common room because he was "afraid it would be stolen." This was fine, but then he started it and let it idle for 15 minutes without opening any windows, causing all of our stuff to smell like motor exhaust.

After his girlfriend left him, he went berserk in his private bathroom with a sledgehammer or a geologist's hammer and smashed all of his bathroom fixtures. I'm not sure of this but I believe that just before she left him she fucked some guy with pubic lice in my bed during a party.

His toilet was inoperative at this point, so he used mine for a time, until I refused him access. Later I would find out that he shat in garbage bags and kept them in the common room closet for weeks. More on this later.

He set fire to our carpet with alcohol during a party. He pissed in the fridge. He shat in the fridge. He shat in the crisper drawer. He shat on the oven top, and instead of cleaning it up, turned on the burner, reasoning that carbon is easier to clean than feces.

He left a dead cat he found somewhere in our oven for a week and forgot about it. I discovered it later.

He owned 6 tarantulas, and would let one run around free-range. He assured me he had "tamed it." I assured him he was a stupid fuckhead.

He never showered.

>>4400431

He sold drugs from his room. He smoked pot with his friends in the common area. He spilled bong water on two of my text books. He and his friends did cocaine off of the television set in the common area.

He had a party to which he invited too many people, and they spilled into my room. Strangers had sex in my room at that party. In my bed. One of them had pubic lice. Someone took a dump in my closet. Someone left a used condom in my slipper. I discovered all of these things after it was too late.

Morning after said party, my mother knocked on the front door, and a stranger from that party answered and immediately threw up on her legs.

Crackheads would regularly come by our apartment at all hours of the night trying to buy drugs because of his illicit activities. Whenever I answered the door and indicated that there was no crack to be had, they would sometimes get, desperate, belligerent and violent, and refuse to leave.

He put food products containing milk, meat and cheese on the heating unit and turned it on for three hours to see what would happen. I could've told him what would happen if he asked me.

He got angry at some video game he and his friends were playing in the common area, so he busted into my room while I was sleeping, and punched me in the face and stomach.

A few days later he put a tarantula in my bedsheets while I was sleeping. Thankfully I wasn't bitten, but I was freaked out and still sometimes jump out of bed in the middle of the night for no reason and attack my sheets.

He shat in a lot of our fixtures. He would put his shit in baggies and leave them in strange places. I was thankfull for when he used a baggie. A few words of advice for potential room-mates: A light fixture is not a toilet. A heating vent is not a toilet. The sink is not a toilet. The oven is not a toilet. That is all.

>>4400449

I was pissed at this point. He refused to clean or take care of all of the messes listed above, so I ended up cleaning them, but keeping an hourly log and catalogue of what work I did and worked out a bill, which I sent to him. I was tired of cleaning feces out of our refridgerator, finding turds in our crisper drawer, shit on the stovetop, vomit on the carpet, vomit in our potted plants, vomit on the grille of our television set, urine on the carpet, urine on the kitchen floor seeping behind the refridgerator, dead animals in our oven and freezer units, and bags of feces hidden in our light fixtures.

Have you ever had to move your refridgerator out of its little nook to get behind it to clean urine mixed with whatever the fuck lurks behind a refridgerator in the first place?

After sending him the cleaning bill and getting a refusal of payment, I took some of his stuff, dumped it in a storage unit across town, and held it until he paid me back. He stole some of my stuff in retaliation, but I called the cops and repossessed my belongings. He was unable to articulate to the cops that I had some of his shit in this exchange, so I ended up basically getting my shit back while he had to be put in their car to cool off.

Upon retrospect, I think maybe he became mentally ill after losing his girlfriend, and not being able to part with his feces was part of his illness. This is purely speculative.

He wasn't poor. He was from a wealthy family. They don't come into the picture, though.

This is where the sealing begins. Put a datemark right here, because this is where shit gets crazy.

>He got angry at some video game he and his friends were playing in the common area, so he busted into my room while I was sleeping, and punched me in the face and stomach.

This shit is so funny. Can you imagine seeing this?

>>4399993
don't waste your time. some guy who lives a comfortable middle class life whines a lot.

>>4400431
>>4400449
Is he mentally retarded? Shitting everywhere?


Also: You should have physically beat those people out of your room.

>>4400467
>>4400487
lol guys being trolled by copy pasta

>>4400459

Actually, upon reflection, I really want to share how I kept my room-mate out of my private area. It was dubbed the "Home Alone" security system.

I had two potential entrances to my private area, a sliding glass patio door and a regular door to the common area. I secured the common door with a padlock on the outside which was really just for show. The inside was barricaded. At the bottom I had a rolled up towel, and I sealed the rest of it with tape to avoid smell or other chemical assaults from the common area. I packed against the door with my king-sized bed, which was in turn secured from being dislodged by a bookshelf full of weights and books. Even if he got through the padlock, he would not have been able to open the door without busting it in two. The top half of the door was unsecured; I was worried he might break the door and gain access, so when I siezed his stuff I had it put in public storage across town.

Now the sliding glass door is where the home alone shit comes in. It had a lock, but it was nonfunctional and only accessible from the inside. So in order to secure the door while I was away, I got a remote controlled car, attached it to a string which was secured by a fisheye screw at the top of the door, and tied to a security bar which would drop into the tread of the sliding door, preventing it from being opened.

Anyone who has a sliding glass door would know how this works, but if anyone needs further explanation, I'm happy to furnish it.

I lived for a few months with a couple of buddies. I'd purposely leave shits on the toilets, leave my food left overs every where, finish all the beers and steaks, never wash anything, and I'd always have the tempreraute and 70 degrees. (huge electric bill)

God I love trolling people irl.

>>4399973
jesus fuck just finished reading this.
WHAT THE FUCK

source on OPs comic?

Yeah, you could've just linked to the SA roommate horror story rather than post it here.

>>4400528
That's not trolling. That's just being an asshole.

mootbloxk
>>4400547
see
>>4400286
and
>>4400474

Jed is my hero

Freshman year of college,

I had this roommate for maybe a semester and a half, we'll just say his name was alex, dressed really hardcore goth, like make up and parachute pants and everything, completely imersed in the culture (idolized Marilyn manson, everything he owned was black, only listened to industrial and modern goth rock)

This was only slightly annoying at first but I got used to it over time, he was incredibly socially awkward though. Like one day I came back to our room, and there he was, masturbating infront of his computer with the door unlocked, pants ALL the way down. Kinda creepy, so I told him to lock the door next time or masterbate in the shower or something next time. Long behold I come back again a week later, and he does it again.

Now THIS is where it turns into a horror story, I wake up one morning and shut my alarm clock off, I role over and relax for a couple seconds before I get up...this kid, looks over his bed, and then starts beating it, while I was awake...calling his OWN name out and waving one of his hands in the air while he was doing it.

WTF

>>4400528
That's not trolling, that's being a slobbish fuck

The Jed story is copypasta you slowminded fuckwits.

>>4400593
seems like a chill kid

what happened after that?

My roommate this year didn't like A Link to the Past, thought Ocarina of Time was the first good Zelda, and that Wind Waker was the best Zelda. That's the ultimate horror story, IMO.

My cousin is a particularly bad roommate, his roommates had some horror stories about him. Basically, he's a bit self-centered and can't see how his actions can be seen that way to other people. In his apartment he had his computer in the living room, basically making it his room. During essay season he would turn off the TV if his roommate had people over to watch something so he could work, completely disregarding that his computer is in an area of the apartment that is meant to be used to interact with others. He would take meat out of the freezer, leave it out overnight, then refreeze it to cook later. He would leave milk out overnight and then wonder why my roommate threw it away. He's generally a messy person to such an extreme that I really can't imagine someone living with him. I'm a messy person too but our mess is different.

>>4400607

Slowminded? You're the slow one here.

>>4400612
I stopped sleeping in my room.

>>4400607

I would use "uninformed" instead of "slowminded"

>>4400660

Anon your confused, Wind Waker IS the greatest Zelda game.

>>4400810
>>4400660
Arguing about the best Zelda game is like arguing about the best kind of genital cancer.

>>4400810
Oh yeah, I must be confused, even though the game has no epic dungeons, very few dungeons, very little exploration, the shitty sail boat that only serves to slow the game, a shitty fetch quest that the developers have admitted was only in the game to make it longer, and is probably the easiest Zelda game.
All WW has going for it is music and graphics.

>>4400810

Good one, but please, we're being serious in this thread

>>4400846
This thread isn't about Zelda you fag.

>>4400879
WWfag

>>4400846
shut up you fucking nigger cunt i hope you die in a fire and that your corpse is raped by sith rhinos

Okay, well one time I was going to fuck with my roomies computer and change his wallpaper to goatse, however, when I went over to it, I saw that there was a folder open, with pictures of me sleeping, just me shirtless on my bed.

There were hundreds of them.

Top that.

>>4400945
What was the folder called?

>>4401018
"Maybe This Will Freak Him Out"

Oh Lord. I have a couple

I also lived in a suite with 4 other girls, so while I didn't have to be with them 24/7, I can still hear them screaming out their orgasms at 2 AM.

I'm not all the big into partying/getting drunk/drugs. I don't care if other people do it but I don't really see the point. But my suitemates were. So every other day, I would be assaulted by the nauseating mixture of pot and really bad poutpourri. One day, however, was different. It was around 11:30 and I was preparing for an all-nighter, and the dorm has this sort of convenience store type of thing that closes at midnight. So I decide to leave to get some energy drinks. When I leave the suite (it smelled a bit more strongly of pot that usual,) there is security, ready to cuff me. So yeah, I had to somehow convince them that I wasn't the one doing it, had to wait for them to get my suitemates and charge them, and in the end failed my test because I fell asleep.

>>4400449
>>4400449
>>4400459
>>4400521

This was on SA forums. I'll try to dig it up. It had pics. Lazy fucker for not attaching.

>>4399370
Me here from the first post.
Glad to see this thread is still alive.
I forgot to mention another detail. He's 29. And there's an anime sticker on his bicycle.
He isn't shit compared to the other guys, but it still bugs me.


Also, all those guys like "Jed" or whatever, I would not feel a twinge of pity if they met an untimely demise.

>>4401519
dafds vdg cvx xadcx
http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1353420
From the link above.

>>4401636
Continuing Pasta.

I think he went crazy and lost all his friends at some point, because around the time I barricaded, I stopped hearing parties. In fact, I stopped hearing anything from the common area of the apartment, except for the occasional formless moans and thumping. I don't know precisely what went on in there, because I mentally washed my hands of the whole area. I did, however, start smelling odors. I taped up my door. I know it wasn't smart to do things like this, but I was just fucking sick of dealing with his shit. I didn't call the landlord or anything, despite the fact that I knew he was destroying things over there. After cleaning so much of his shit up, I just wanted the universal god of justice to see what a wreck the place would become without my presence.

Forgive me for being a little spotty in my descriptions after this point. What I do know of what transpired over there I can only reconstruct from forensic evidence, what precisely was destroyed, what commmon friends have told me in their accounts, and two forrays over into the waste zone over the next two months. I essentially didn't even see the front door of our apartment during this time.

>>4401686
123124124ss
The feces he left around falls into three categories:
A) Experiments he conducted. The stove top feces thing was an experiment he conducted after his toilet was broken, and I refused him access to mine, and his neighbors got sick of letting him use theirs. I think he was trying to find some new way of getting rid of his shit. Either that or he thought it would be funny to make me clean shit off of his stove top and then got curious about what would happen if he turned on the burner. He really liked playing with heating elements and fire. It was fucking stupid. The dead cat in the oven, I think, falls into this category as well.

B) Feces in the refridgerator, shit in the closet, vomit on the TV, etc. I lump this into the "OOPS I SHAT ON YOUR CARPET DURING A PARTY" category.

C) Shit inside baggies in various places: After I stopped letting him use my bathroom he got angry and I think this started off as his way of "proving" to me that I should let him use my bathroom. After a while of this I think it started to take on a life of his own, and he started stashing his feces due to some mental illness. This is purely speculative.
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>>4401692
dsadas
Jed was much smaller than me, and emaciated. In retrospect I could have taken him, easily. That's just not how I do things. I do not break the law. Ever. I absolutely must have a clean, orderly house, which is why I went around cleaning shit up, regardless of who did it. I am not some cowardly little bitch, in fact, I think Jed was afraid of me, which is why he did passive agressive shit like shitting in light fixtures. I generally don't try to solve disputes by shouting or anything, I just quietly give notice of the unacceptable condition, document it, and clean it up. Somewhere back at my parent's house I have a box full of typed, dated, signed letters to Jed stating the date, time, and extent of a mess I had to clean up, and a notice that such behavior is not acceptable, and that unless he stopped, I would move out and make him responsible for rent. Those letters helped me eventually recover back rent from him for the equivalent value of the common area he exclusively occupied during my stay there.

I eventually got so pissed off at the condition of the rest of the apartment that I could only deal with it by sealing it off, and ignoring it. Essentially there is a blank period of about a month where I absolutely ignored anything from the common area, which is why it got so bad.

I was crazy busy with schoolwork and my job, so I basically just shut the whole situation out of my mind for a while. After some time, I came to the realization that this guy might start a fire and get us both killed, which is really the beginning of the end. The thing that ended the insanity was his discovery that
A) He had access to the fuse box
and
B) He could trip the fuse to my room with some metal and a hallway plug
and
C) He was too stupid to manually flip the fuse switch and just turn off my power, so he had to go the fire hazard route. I think he might have been afraid of touching the fuse box for fear of being electrocuted.

>>4401704
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For those of you wondering why I didn't call the landlord. I was kind of in denial. I just figured that whatever happened over there was Jed's business. I think I was on a sublease under him at the time, so I wasn't too worried about damage to the apartment. I withheld rent from him during this time too. His family was paying rent for the whole unit, and I would reimburse him directly. I deducted cleaning costs and other things from the rent I paid him. I think he was too embarassed or crazy to call me on it, or have his lawyer financial guru daddy get me busted.

Quick fact: His father was on the cover of Forbes magazine like 8 years ago.

Have you ever had something go wrong, and, knowing it was someone elses responsibility, just didn't intervene out of sheer curiousity about how it fucking bad it would get? I didn't turn him in for that reason too. I just... wanted to see how bad it would get. I was stupid, mad, curious, and really didn't have any responsibility for damage to the unit, knowing his family would cover the costs.

Edit: So, basically, I didn't kick his ass for two reasons: A) I am always law abiding to a fault, and B) The setup I made was really very convenient for me, and made it so I never even had any contact with the guy. It was basically rent-free... I paid $50 a month in rent after all of the deductions for unsanitary conditions and ouster from the common area I made (and documented... and got to keep after the courts got done looking at it...), and I was exiting and entering from an opposite end of the house. Basically, I only really knew what Jed was up to during this period from forensic evidence in the apartment and the accounts of friends, neighbors, and the police.

>>4401718
>DannyManic came out of the closet to say:
>Yeah, dude, you're crazier than he is.

From my perspective, imagine this: You are strapped for cash. Someone offers you a studio apartment, with minifridge and bathroom for $50 a month, and after you move out, you're given a few thousand dollars just for living there. The only catch is that there's a closet you can't open, and you have to tape around the edges, and the lock to get in is a remote controlled car rig. Sounds like a good deal to me. Jed couldn't make much noise to bother me after I confiscated his music equipment. All of the people talking about going ape shit sound like the nutballs to me. I'm very easy going, and I came out of this ahead. I'll get to the renumeration later.

Also it was very satisfying to have this asshole's shit in a locker across town and know that he desperately wanted to fuck with my shit but couldn't, and couldn't prove I ganked his stuff. He would flip the fuck out in rage from this. I think that might have contributed to his degeneration into madness.

>>4401732
afsx
I kind of messed up the timeline for this stuff, so here's a quick runthrough before I continue the story.

TIME A: Tons of parties, vomit being cleaned up by me, tarantula, punching, etc. I start witholding rent at this point, and am subtracting $200 a month from the rent for cleaning costs.

TIME B: His girlfriend leaves him. His friends stop hanging out with him. He smashes his bathroom. He uses mine for a time, is denied access, uses neighbor's for a time, is denied access, and is angry at me for refusing him access to my bathroom. I fixed his faucets so they wouldn't leak all over the place and sent him a bill. He gets really pouty and angry and does the famous shit on the stovetop. He does experiments with various places to piss and poop, eventually settling on leaving it in baggies around the house. When I tell him this is unacceptable, he responds with a demand to use my bathroom, which I refuse. Around this time, while cleaning the stove top, I find the cat in the oven. It has a collar on it so I put it in a box and return it to the owners, not explaining where I found it, and advising them not to look in the box. I don't know how that turned out, and I didn't give them my name. I hope it got hit by a car and wasn't killed by Jed.

>>4401745
TIME C: Jed starts trying to get at me by playing his subwoofer really loud at odd hours, and demanding to use the bathroom. I get back at him by packing away all of his stuff, (including the audio equiptment) and storing it in a friend's storage unit across town. I think that he started to really go truly crazy at this point. I come home finding him taking things out of my room and putting them into his truck. I restrain him and call the police. By this point he is beyond all rationality and is completely flipping out, so he is put in the copcar for a while and the officer helps me unload my things from his truck. For some bizarre reason the officer does not arrest him, but after "talking to him" lets him go. I think my calm temperment made the officer not realize he was violent and that is why I was restraining him. (My motto in life: "So it goes.")

TIME D: I dub this time the sealing. I really don't mind cleaning up poop and piss, I used to be assistant manager of an apartment complex, but it is taking too much time to clean. I buy a range-top, and seal things off after writing a surrender letter to Jed, declaring that he has evicted me from the common area. Shortly after I come up with my Home Alone security system, withold rent except for a nominal $50 a month, and go on with life as if I did not have a crazy room-mate sealed away in the other end of the apartment. Time left on lease at this point: 2 months.

Edit: Time D is when he shits in the bushes and is arrested for the night.

This is when it really gets fucked up.

>>4401767
asdas
TIME E: The black time. I am not sure what exactly went on in the apartment during these two or three weeks. This is around the time finals are going on, so I really don't care. Water starts leaking from the wall, so I re-enter the common area to see what is up. This description really deserves its own post, and will clog the time-line up, so I'll elaborate later. I fix the water leak, which he had been covering up with newspapers, and promptly exit. Once he finds out I was in his area he flips out and makes a lot of noise over there, but I do not investigate.

Remainder: There is one further, final re-entry by myself, with a flashlight. I couldn't get in with my key because the door was messed up, and his sliding door was blocked with a mattress, so I kicked down the door and entered. After a quick walk-through I call the fire department, the landlord, the police, and an ambulance. This is full of drama and will be detailed in its own post.

>>4401772
sads
I'm very preoccupied with work and school at this point. Since my point of entry on the house is opposite from the front door, the only real contact I have with Jed at this point is what I can hear from him through the walls, and whatever odor seeps under the door past my homeland security setup. This is pretty tolerable as a condition, definetely worth the $50 a month I was paying for it, but I was starting to get worried. I was worried about Jed's tarantulas getting into the ventilation system, so I sealed that off with plastic wrap and duct tape. Then I started worrying about fire. Jed liked to play with heating elements and flames, and he was an alcoholic, so I was worried that with the sealed off vent I wouldn't know if the house were on fire. At around 3pm, I was studying, when I noticed that my feet were getting wet. Upon inspection, the carpet next to the wall was wet. I went around to the front of the house and found that the door was ajar. I went back to my apartment and picked up a plumber's wrench and a flashlight to see what was wrong.

I'm not exactly the best at descriptions, as you can probably tell from the poor quality of writing in this thread, but here's the best I can do. I'll try to portray these things from my perspective at the time, and not reveal what they eventually turned out to be.

I unlocked the front door of the apartment and pushed it open, after confirming that Jed's truck was gone. The lights in the place were out and the shades were drawn. The light shone inside and revealed that there were strange particulates hanging in the air. Not quite smoke. I would almost say that the odor was so thick in the apartment that it could be seen with the naked eye. Upon reflection, I imagine that what I was seeing was mold spores.

>>4399370
This is my room-mate (except without the Christ and spray-can stuff), although he always steals food out of the fridge and is selfish as shit. Also, he is gay and we can always hear him having gay sex, and he never washes up.

Worst part is, he has the audacity to say that me and my other two house mates never clean up, and on that principle he never cleans up out of protest.

This is the pasta guy. I'm out and going back to work.
Last post. It's worth the whole read. A good story.

As the arc of light from the bright outside swept across the room, a few things were revealed in sequence: First off, the common area was absolutely covered in free student newspapers. There were obviously things underneath because the newspapers bulged, and I could even identify an easy chair covered in newspapers in the corner. The kitchen was crammed with garbage. I could identify two large bulky garbage bags in the corner of the common room. Investigating them further, I discovered that they were covered in some kind of glistening brown muck. The whole place smelled absolutely rank. I swept my light across the place a few times, just to make sure Jed wasn't there lying in wait with a knife or something, and I proceeded into the apartment, leaving the door open. I took some vic's vaporub from my pocket and doubed just under my nose. The garbage bags had been hastily pulled out of the common room closet, the one which contains pipes leading to Jed's bathroom. I shined a light into the closet and a rat or mouse or something ran very quickly under the newspapers in the common room. I looked and saw that there were several dents in a pipe in the common closet, and it was otherwise soaked. Finding no immediate source for the water, I proceeded into the hallway area towards Jed's room.

>>4401776
jesus christ dude. mold spores = time to get the fuck out.

shit can be deadly