Slightly different from all the other stories....Greenwich Uni rents out the halls to people over the summer holidays, so I decided to stay there while I was working down there. 8 bedrooms to a flat, shared kitchen, shared bathroom, the usual deeley.
Anyway, while I was there, there were 4 other people living there, one couple sharing a room, this really fit bird, and the bloke in the room next to me. For the first two weeks we were there, noone managed to speak to this bloke. The most any of us saw of him was the back of his head as he went into his room. Fair enough we thought, hes the quiet type.
Anyway, after about 2 weeks, I noticed stuff going missing from the fridge. Annoying, but standard student behavior. Then I woke up one night to find someone trying to get into my room. I said Hello to find out who it was, and they stopped. 'Bit weird' I thought, 'Probably just one of the others drunk' Anyway, I didn't know at the time, but this was happening to the couple and the fit bird as well. As we were all working different hours we didn't see much of each other, so none of us mentioned it.
Another 2 weeks or so go past and then one night at about midnight someone starts knocking on the door of my room. I go to open it and its the fit bird. Bloke who noone ever saw had just decided to wander into her room wearing nothing but a T-shirt and apparently he had the hugest fucking hard-on she'd ever seen. He'd just stood there for 30 seconds or so and then pegged it out of the front door to the flat, still 'Standing to attention' as it were.
Anyway, shes obviously fairly shaken by this so I take her down to see the wardens. They hit us with the revelation that there shouldn't actually have been anyone in that room, and that I'd been living next door to a dirty pervert squatter for the past month who'd been trying to get into all our rooms.
Turns out he'd been climbing up the drainpipe and in through the second floor window to get in.
Daft bastard came back the next week, but we'd jammed the door to his room shut and he promptly got arrested.
Bloody hell, I seem to have turned a rather short story into a fecking epic. Sorry.
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Anyway, while I was there, there were 4 other people living there, one couple sharing a room, this really fit bird, and the bloke in the room next to me. For the first two weeks we were there, noone managed to speak to this bloke. The most any of us saw of him was the back of his head as he went into his room. Fair enough we thought, hes the quiet type.
Anyway, after about 2 weeks, I noticed stuff going missing from the fridge. Annoying, but standard student behavior. Then I woke up one night to find someone trying to get into my room. I said Hello to find out who it was, and they stopped. 'Bit weird' I thought, 'Probably just one of the others drunk' Anyway, I didn't know at the time, but this was happening to the couple and the fit bird as well. As we were all working different hours we didn't see much of each other, so none of us mentioned it.
Another 2 weeks or so go past and then one night at about midnight someone starts knocking on the door of my room. I go to open it and its the fit bird. Bloke who noone ever saw had just decided to wander into her room wearing nothing but a T-shirt and apparently he had the hugest fucking hard-on she'd ever seen. He'd just stood there for 30 seconds or so and then pegged it out of the front door to the flat, still 'Standing to attention' as it were.
Anyway, shes obviously fairly shaken by this so I take her down to see the wardens. They hit us with the revelation that there shouldn't actually have been anyone in that room, and that I'd been living next door to a dirty pervert squatter for the past month who'd been trying to get into all our rooms.
Turns out he'd been climbing up the drainpipe and in through the second floor window to get in.
Daft bastard came back the next week, but we'd jammed the door to his room shut and he promptly got arrested.
Bloody hell, I seem to have turned a rather short story into a fecking epic. Sorry.
typical student story i guess -in my first year i lived in a studenty flat thing next door to this guy steve. not so much hellish, more weird.
he left his tap on accidentally, flooded our flat and the one below us.
when i got a sneak into his room, it was absolutely full of orange juice cartons. his dad used to come and deliver them every other week or so.
he had a naked thing and unfortunately didnt understand windows - often we'd walk past to see his naked form prancing around in his room.
he once knocked on my door for about half an hour, but i ignored him. upon looking through my spyhole, he was stark bollock naked, so i figured he'd lost his key after the shower(me being the helpful person i am, i ignored him). then after another 20 minutes of knocking, he went back into his room.
he was heard making mad racist comments by the vending machines.
he offered to give my mate boxing lessons in return for some tobacco.
oh, and he always used to cook soup. even that pissed me off about him. and his phone had the loudest ringtone on earth, always at 5am.
business studies students, eh?
i'll stop now. promise
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Tue 18 Nov 2003, 21:52,
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he left his tap on accidentally, flooded our flat and the one below us.
when i got a sneak into his room, it was absolutely full of orange juice cartons. his dad used to come and deliver them every other week or so.
he had a naked thing and unfortunately didnt understand windows - often we'd walk past to see his naked form prancing around in his room.
he once knocked on my door for about half an hour, but i ignored him. upon looking through my spyhole, he was stark bollock naked, so i figured he'd lost his key after the shower(me being the helpful person i am, i ignored him). then after another 20 minutes of knocking, he went back into his room.
he was heard making mad racist comments by the vending machines.
he offered to give my mate boxing lessons in return for some tobacco.
oh, and he always used to cook soup. even that pissed me off about him. and his phone had the loudest ringtone on earth, always at 5am.
business studies students, eh?
i'll stop now. promise
At first I read thatHe'd been caught making racist comments by the vending machine, was it bugged?
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Whillow,
Wed 19 Nov 2003, 11:29,
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