Someone Asks People To Share Stories About What The "Worst Roommate Ever" Did To Earn Their Title, 30 Deliver

Kidnapped two guys and held them for ransom. One hostage was set free weeks later while the other wasn't so lucky. The body was eventually found in a basement cemented buried in the ground.

Cops busted into the flat (I rented a room in an apartment - he lived in it before I moved in) and apprehended my roommate while he was sleeping. Tried for kidnapping and manslaughter along with his other few associates.

This was in Ontario, Canada around 2011/2012. I never really followed the story after I moved the hell out and learned that they were all in jail.

My roommate was Sohaib Malik. He seemed like a normal, nice dude. Student at the local university. Had no problems with him (aside from him using my kitchen knife without permission).

I used to work the afternoon shift, which meant that I'd usually get home around 1am. My new roommate had just moved in a few days ago. One Friday night I get home, walk in the door and there's 50 odd people in our tiny apartment. There's people punching holes in the walls, my tv is smashed on the ground, there's a few people shooting up on my couch, the place is f**ked.

Not really knowing how to handle the situation I go into my room to try to think and when I open the door I get hit with a stink that will outlast religion. My new roommate is having some rather messy scat sex with another guy on my bed. There's sh**t alllll over my bed.

So I grabbed a beer, went outside, called the cops and watched the show.

he was responsible for collecting our individual rent payments and turning in the rent check to management. instead, he spent two full months' rent ($4100) on cocaine and take-out, then disappeared when the eviction notice was posted on our door.

I had a roommate in college who could only fall asleep if he watched disney movies at night. I had to listen to them every night for hours trying to sleep. And I now hate the Lion King with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

[Took out] my rabbit and used his bones to form some sort of makeshift Satanic summoning ritual thing on her bed.

I wish I was making this up.

I didn't even confront her, the next night when I knew she was working late at McDonald's I got a friend with a truck and got all of my sh*t out of there.

Probably the most stressful time of my college years.

This was probably the worst time of my life as I was getting clusterf**ked by stress because I had to juggle being poor in college, a sh*tty work study job, and a 21 Credit semester load so I could certify into a pretty competitive major. On top of that my roommate that I lived with initially straight up just dropped out of school and moved out without informing me a week before bills were due, I only made enough money to cover my portion and so I had to get a random roommate on Craigslist to come in.

My parents come from a very spiritual background so I've been raised not to f*ck with stuff of this nature, I'm not even going to look into whether or not this crazy thing even worked and I never want to see her again. Although if I did see her again she's getting a roundhouse to the face because my rabbit was awesome.

Moral of the story: Don't use Craigslist for roommates

I discovered the crazy after the trash didn't get picked up for three weeks...

The first week, I figured they just missed us. Week 2, our can is full, so we leave a bunch of bags next to it. They take the bags, don't empty the can. Week three, I chase them down the street to see what the f*ck is happening. The guy tells me they won't empty the cans because they are full of two-liter bottles of urine, and they won't take the risk of one breaking and squeeting on them [sic]. One of my roomates has been pissing in two-liter bottles because he was too lazy to walk to the bathroom, which was literally right next to his room. Shared a f*cking wall even. There were dozens of these bottles he had been filling and putting in the trash. I had to pull them all out to get the trash people to dump our can, put them all in some doubled up contractor bags, and leave that sh*t in his room. Two weeks later, the bag is still there.

TL/DR roomate pissing in bottles because he would not walk 8.75 feet to the bathroom; city trash men wouldn't touch that sh*t for anything.

College roommate, freshman year in the dorms. She secretly kept an Excel spreadsheet monitoring my study habits. Like, counting the number of hours she saw my nose in a book. So fast forward to later in the semester, when I return from a party, here she attempts an intervention... "Hairymonkeyinmyanus, I'm concerned about your study habits..." then she brings out this spreadsheet from the entire semester, comparing my total number of hours studying to the number of hours that were "recommended by my advisor for the number of credits you're taking."

I had a roommate who would (attempt to) leave unjustified scathing, passive-aggressive notes for just *everyone*: our apartment neighbors, cars parked outside, and even our landlady. The kind of notes with overly-polite language, underlines, and randomly capitalized words. Always written in red marker. Always rude enough to get the s**t beaten out of her. Always signed from both of us.

I spent that year following her around and removing the notes as quickly and quietly as possible.

I had a roommate who (among other disgusting things) repeatedly left blood on the toilet seat when she was on her period and left her bloody pads sitting out. One time she left one on the radiator and it melted down to the metal.

Sophomore year rando craigslist roommate. She used to floss her teeth constantly and then just drop the used floss wherever she happened to be at the moment. The carpet was caked with it. She never did dishes, and made sure to use my dishes so that i would clean them. She was deeply Christian and was weird about me being Jewish. She would scream at me and be rude to my friends and then immediately post on Facebook about how jesus forgives her of her sins. I worked openings at a cafe near campus before class so I was always up during the week at 5am. She got a job at the cafeteria on weekend mornings, but would sleep through her loud ass alarm from 6 am to 8 am so I could never sleep in on the weekends. Oh and she kept unplugging my printer because she learned in one of her public health classes that printer fumes give you cancer (?????)

I lived with a guy who drank rum like water and played the trumpet. But that's just the beginning. Although he couldn't play the trumpet. He would play the theme to "The Flintstones" but always got stuck on one note, I wanted to take a shovel to the trumpet right at the moment he would mess it up, put us both out of our misery. In addition he had a salt water fish tank. No fish could live in it because it was a green algae cesspool of filth. The smell was that of a soggy swamp sneaker in a hot gym locker. He would stand and stare at it and chuckle to himself. He also cooked pounds pounds and pounds of kale then would try and get the stalks down the garbage disposal, which alway broke it. He would wear a purple robe with no clothes on under it. Granted the guy meant no harm, he was just so annoying to live with. I still wonder to this day where he is. He went by a name other than his original so I don't know how to find him.

Ran an illegal ebay theft and resale ring out of my apartment. I flew home to Texas to go to a family funeral and two days in to the trip had FBI Special Agents calling my phone, and telling me they had confiscated all the computers in my house.

I was cleared of all wrong doing, the FBI agents said it was clear I had no idea what was going on...but lesson learned. If your roommate is cagey with you about how they pay rent, it's probably not good.

I lived in a house with the girl who owned it, my boyfriend and 6 month old, and another friend. The girl that owned it didn't have a job and asked us all to move in to help pay bills so her parents (that bought her the house) wouldn't get f*cked on their loan. We'd been there maybe a month. This chick never left her bedroom in the attic, except when she snuck down to eat my food. She never got a job, or contributed in any way, except to ask when we were paying her. Did I mention she owned like three cats? Three cats she couldn't afford, might I add. I had to buy them food or they'd starve. She also NEVER EVER cleaned the f*cking litter box. And she kept it downstairs with all of us. It reeked of ammonia, with sh*t piled so high it spewed out on to the floor. I finally got sick of cleaning up her mess and told her that when I got back from work that litter box better be clean, I have a BABY living here and I don't like her being out of our room because it smells. I go to work. My boyfriend took our baby in the stroller (without a diaper bag, the idiot) to the store a block away. He didn't take the keys to the house. And that crazy b*tch locked us out. She refused to let him in. The baby was screaming for a bottle so he broke a window to try to crawl in to get her formula, which she refused to give us. He calls me at work, tells me what happened, and that the cops could only make her give us our baby things back. She swore we had NOTHING there and that we were trying to steal from her. I seriously want to kill that b*tch. I got some of my things back, after somehow getting legally screwed into paying her rent for all the time our stuff sat there while she was holding it hostage. She kept all my cool stuff. And she kept these nick-nacks that were sentimental (my grandmother had painted chess pieces, and I got some after she passed). I'm still pissed, and that was six years ago.

Had to reply since this is still recent. Met a girl on craigslist in a new town. Got along really well for the first few months, hung out, etc. After a drunken fight with her boyfriend where he kicked in her door and she pushed him down the stairs, she then decided I had been flirting with him (gross, by the way) and basically tried to kill me. I win, right?

Not actually my story but a friend of mine had a pretty rough time on her first week of living in a new place with a bunch of guys.

She originally wanted to rent with her friend but unfortunately her friend pulled out of the university course at the local university they were attending together, so she ended up having to find somewhere to rent alone. She ended up renting a room in a house share with 4 other guys (also students). After the first week she informed them she was going to the shop and they asked her to pick up some toilet tissue for the house. Unfortunately she forgot and they were pretty upset about it.

So the next day, after being out of the house all day she came home to find her bedroom walls and bed sheets smeared in s**t. It was their idea of teaching her a lesson about forgetting to get toilet tissue.

I came home from vacation to thousands of dead fruit flies throughout our refrigerator and kitchen, roach carcasses in the bathroom, and the news that her cat had vomited or marked its territory in one of a number of other ways in every room of the house.

She had not noticed any problems.

She started stealing my clothes and went walking around in them to college. She seemed to be absolutely convinced they belonged to her until the day she left to move back home. I got a text saying "Found some stuff in my wardrobe that I think you might want. Bye." and sure enough, in her wardrobe, were my clothes, my socks and even my bath towels. Shocked, I took one towel out and a vibrator fell out of it and on to my bare foot.

I had a random room mate that showered once a week... ONCE. A. WEEK.

Thank God he was too lazy to go to class as well and lasted only two semesters.

College roommate hated us and the worst thing she did was put Nair in my conditioner.

Probably the girl who dated the homeless drug dealer. He ended up moving in (without my permission) and started dealing out of our apaprtment (*definitely* without my permission). He also had the rankest boots I've ever smelled that he would leave in the living room.