Housemates from hell
What was your worst flat share experience? Tell us, for we want to know.
( , Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:22)
What was your worst flat share experience? Tell us, for we want to know.
( , Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:22)
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GBH, ABH, Nutter
I think I've posted about this guy before...
In my second year at Uni - an error in my 1st year meant that nearly noone got into halls at Hallam Uni....
I was in this house with 2 people who I didn't really know - They left in my 1st year and in my second year a guy appeared - didn't seem very student like at all.
That's because he wasn't. He was an ex-con - in for GBH, ABH and general beating up-ness.
He was in my house as the (idiot) landlady felt sorry for y'man's parents and put this nutter in with me, an impressionable 19 year old student, not long away from home.....
I used to go home most weekends as I was truly green... I came back one weekend and couldn't get into my room for some reason that I now forget - when I did, my TV had been nicked (but not my Technics HiFi (Go fig)) - he made some shit excuse about seeing the person responsible and all that and that I shouldnt call the police.
So I did. Straight away.
Long story short - my landlady had to get rid of him. His story was crap and blatantly fake - the idiot woman didn't get the key tho, so I changed the locks.
Anyway, a week or so later, I was in a club and saw him - he followed me to the loos and had me by my neck with the bouncers looking on, telling me to calm down - FFS!
He wanted money from me so I had to say that I'd meet him and pay up the next day - I was terrified. I told my mate Phil who said that he'd come with me and that I shouldn't pay up.
He didn't turn up tho - I told my Mum who made a formal complaint to the Uni. I almost dropped out of Uni as I was a bundle of nerves and ended up renting an attic room from a lecturer.
I saw him a month or so later, but my confidence was up and my mates were with me - they made us all leave (despite the good night) and we all chilled elsewhere.
That one incident fucked me up properly and took me about 2 years to get over - I didn't pursue a formal complaint to the Police, but I did finish Uni and now I'm a *succesful IT consultant.
I hope he's burning in Hell.
*When I say succesful, I obviously want you to gloss over my anger and postal-ness.
I'm not angry tonight, but sad (and drunk) - anger will manifest itself in my hangover tomorrow.
( , Fri 6 Apr 2007, 22:30, Reply)
I think I've posted about this guy before...
In my second year at Uni - an error in my 1st year meant that nearly noone got into halls at Hallam Uni....
I was in this house with 2 people who I didn't really know - They left in my 1st year and in my second year a guy appeared - didn't seem very student like at all.
That's because he wasn't. He was an ex-con - in for GBH, ABH and general beating up-ness.
He was in my house as the (idiot) landlady felt sorry for y'man's parents and put this nutter in with me, an impressionable 19 year old student, not long away from home.....
I used to go home most weekends as I was truly green... I came back one weekend and couldn't get into my room for some reason that I now forget - when I did, my TV had been nicked (but not my Technics HiFi (Go fig)) - he made some shit excuse about seeing the person responsible and all that and that I shouldnt call the police.
So I did. Straight away.
Long story short - my landlady had to get rid of him. His story was crap and blatantly fake - the idiot woman didn't get the key tho, so I changed the locks.
Anyway, a week or so later, I was in a club and saw him - he followed me to the loos and had me by my neck with the bouncers looking on, telling me to calm down - FFS!
He wanted money from me so I had to say that I'd meet him and pay up the next day - I was terrified. I told my mate Phil who said that he'd come with me and that I shouldn't pay up.
He didn't turn up tho - I told my Mum who made a formal complaint to the Uni. I almost dropped out of Uni as I was a bundle of nerves and ended up renting an attic room from a lecturer.
I saw him a month or so later, but my confidence was up and my mates were with me - they made us all leave (despite the good night) and we all chilled elsewhere.
That one incident fucked me up properly and took me about 2 years to get over - I didn't pursue a formal complaint to the Police, but I did finish Uni and now I'm a *succesful IT consultant.
I hope he's burning in Hell.
*When I say succesful, I obviously want you to gloss over my anger and postal-ness.
I'm not angry tonight, but sad (and drunk) - anger will manifest itself in my hangover tomorrow.
( , Fri 6 Apr 2007, 22:30, Reply)
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