Underwear Man
An old flatmate of mine (in a house of 8) was a weird, weird fellow. Sinister in fact.

He was in his early forties, rotund, and socially inept to an awkward degree. My room was next to his and I could often hear him typing away on the computer until ludicrous hours - he worked at home so kept some very odd hours. Presumably his late-night "work" consisted of fwapping away to god knows what sort of filth. Nice.

One night the rest of us normal humans were outside in the garden, getting merrily lashed. One of the other flatmates popped inside for a pish. He opened the door to the pisher and found Underwear Man standing on the toilet, peering out of the window at the rest of us outside. Obviously, this freaked us all out - the idea of him lurking in the toilet, staring at us, possibly milking himself in the process. Urgh. This was freaky incident number one.

A few weeks on and one of the German girls told me about another rather disturbing incident that had occured one morning. She'd come out of the bathroom post-showering, towel wrapped around her. He was just standing at the end of the corridor, staring at her. He didn't say a word - just stared. Horror. This was incident number two.

He moved out after a few months, much to everyone's relief - especially the girls. However one night, in a stupid act of pity, we invited him round for drinks and let him stay on the sofa. In a sleeping bag.

He actually acted quite normally that evening, and by the morning he was gone - empty sleeping bag left on the sofa. One of the other German girls was up first. I heard a scream. I ran over to her to see what was wrong. She was actually shaking. Turns out she'd left her washing in the machine overnight. Bras and panties. That morning they'd all gone. In an attempt to find them she'd been pulling the flat apart... until she picked up the sleeping bag.... and all her intimates fell out of it..... can you even imagine what he'd been doing with them.... in a sleeping bag....

Poor lass re-washed everything about 5 times. That is, the one's that hadn't gone missing....

Not a word of this is a lie. This freak actually exists. Last I heard he was living in Streatham.

GIRLS OF STREATHAM BEWARE
(Mean Mad Mutski, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 9:58, 3 replies)

If only he was Irish
He could easily be the guy I lived with, from the post just above this one.
(cH3$h7846J#7, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 10:18, closed)

eh
Not a word of it's a lie, but an awful lot of it seems to be supposition about stuff you weren't even present for ;)
(DjArcas, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 22:59, closed)

EH?!
I'm not with you....

Are you saying it didn't happen because I didn't see any of these events with my own eyes at the very time they happened???????

What an odd world you live in
(Mean Mad Mutski, Mon 2 Mar 2009, 12:14, closed)