Serious
I'll give a shorter rendition of this one as it's one that I'm still a little scarred about.

My first house in Sheffield was dodgy - that's "DODGY!" by the way. The landlady was shifty - count your fingers territory....

Anyway - the first year was ok - mostly. The second year, I couldn't be arsed to move out and she didn't get any tenants (something about not getting gas certification....)

So she moved someone in - Name witheld, although I'd love to name and shame.

Turns out he'd done time. For GBH. And ABH. And was angry, menacing and dodgy as they come.

Nice.

I went home one weekend and when I came back, my room had been broken in to - with no sign of external forced entry. He insisted that "he chased off the thief".

I told the landlady, she threw him out.

And left him with the key.

So, I'm in this dodgy house, in a shifty part of Sheffield (just off London Road) on my own. And nutter bloke who I "got thrown out" has a key.

I didn't eat for 4 days.

I settled down after a week with my friends help and we went clubbing. I made the mistake of letting my friend go when there was the slightest sniff of skirt for me - bad move.

I go to the loo - nutter bloke's there.

Shit.

His bouncer mate clears everyone out and I'm suddenly pinned up by my neck against the wall with Shit-for-brains demanding money with the bouncer "watching the door" - I have none (genuinely) so he tells me to turn up at this pub 2 days later. Or else.

He lets me go and I'm shitting myself - he knows where I live - he knows where my mates live. He knows a lot about me as some of my personal possesions were stolen in the "break in".

I have a mini crisis - opt to not call the police (don't know why) and nearly quit Uni.

My friends rally around me in a way that I never truly expected. They literally drag me out of the house that day and make me move in with one of them. They called the landlady and tell her that I'd moved out and there would be no forwarding address.

Like an idiot, I went to the pub and he wasn't there - I went with a (large) friend though.

This all happened just before Christmas and, needless to say, I nearly didn't make it back, but my friends made me.

I moved in, properly, with a Uni Lecturer who let me his attic room and all was good.

I ran into that same nutter about 6 months later. With all my mates. Who knew him. I think he was going to start, but he didn't - I wasn't cocky about it, but said very little.

It was far worse than I've described it as there was extra stress, no eating, weight loss, much bowel emptying and general terror over about a month.

It took me a while to get over it and I still haven't told my then "girl" friends as the "boy" friends handled everything for me. I'm sure the girls knew as the difference in me was obvious.

Personally, I hope he's rotting in a jail as some bloke "called Bubba" 's bitch.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 15:35, Reply)