Full story: My roommate shit in his room for years before anyone found out. This story requires some context, so let me start from the beginning. I packed up and moved into a student house for my first year of university. It was exciting, I lived with 6 other people and they were all super cool. But this one dude (I’ll call him Jack) had a really bad odour all of the time... none of us said anything because 1. Awkward, and 2. Maybe he had some medical issues idk. So it comes to the end of the year and since we all get on really well we decide to move to a new place together. We move in to start the second year of uni but this guys smell is getting dramatically worse.... I don’t even know how to describe it... like a mixture of mould, old cheese and BO. It got so bad that none of us could eat in the same room as him let alone sit next to him and actually have a conversation. What was also weird was that he used to wear THREE pairs of trousers at one time... like some jogging bottoms, some jeans, and then ANOTHER pair of jeans on top. We ignored the smell for another year until it became too much. We all discussed the very obvious issue and after weeks of dropping hints, we decided that the guy he was closest to should tell him directly. So he did... and he got ignored completely. But then another issue arises... we not only get mice, but a bed bug infestation. It was horrific. Our landlord called out an exterminator who had to go in all of our rooms to fumigate, Jack got pulled aside and spoken to individually, but we thought maybe he was talking bills etc and didn’t think to ask. Everything seemed okay and they said they’d be back in 10 days to make sure it worked. Jack still smelt really bad... but that seemed like the least of our troubles. Then suddenly, Jack disappeared, saying he has gone home for a ‘break’ or whatever... in the middle of the academic year. Anyways, the fumigators come back and me and two other girls were in the living room letting them do their thing... when the men come downstairs... I will never forget this conversation: Guy: have you noticed a strange smell about the guy in room 3? Me: yes since we’ve known him Guy: how would you describe that smell? Girl: shit Guy: yep. We all went white, and stared at each other in disbelief thinking that he was trying to wind us up... but no. Not only was his room CRAWLING in bugs and all sorts.. he was shitting in his room, in SEVEN suitcases, and using his curtains as toilet paper......... the bathroom was next door to him. The men proceed to bring down all the evidence and go through every item in the garden. They were clearly also in shock, because they kept nervously laughing and gagging when they found a huge lump of turd or really badly stained jeans covered in shit. Since it’s definitely not their job to dispose of all that..they left it all for us in bin bags in our garden. The landlord tried to help us, but he was so disturbed and angry about the whole thing that he wasn’t much help. Safe to say that guy never returned, and had to pay thousands in damage. They put in a new carpet, bed, curtains, painted the walls.. it was all destroyed with faeces. His mum turned up to clean on his behalf though, and cried when she saw his room. Maybe he had some mental health problems... I don’t even know, but still thinking about it to this day makes me cringe. TL;DR roommate filled his room and 7 suitcases with shit for 2 years which attracted mice and bed bugs and then disappeared
Full story: My roommate shit in his room for years before anyone found out.
This story requires some context, so let me start from the beginning.
I packed up and moved into a student house for my first year of university. It was exciting, I lived with 6 other people and they were all super cool. But this one dude (I’ll call him Jack) had a really bad odour all of the time... none of us said anything because 1. Awkward, and 2. Maybe he had some medical issues idk.
So it comes to the end of the year and since we all get on really well we decide to move to a new place together. We move in to start the second year of uni but this guys smell is getting dramatically worse.... I don’t even know how to describe it... like a mixture of mould, old cheese and BO. It got so bad that none of us could eat in the same room as him let alone sit next to him and actually have a conversation. What was also weird was that he used to wear THREE pairs of trousers at one time... like some jogging bottoms, some jeans, and then ANOTHER pair of jeans on top. We ignored the smell for another year until it became too much.
We all discussed the very obvious issue and after weeks of dropping hints, we decided that the guy he was closest to should tell him directly. So he did... and he got ignored completely.
But then another issue arises... we not only get mice, but a bed bug infestation. It was horrific. Our landlord called out an exterminator who had to go in all of our rooms to fumigate, Jack got pulled aside and spoken to individually, but we thought maybe he was talking bills etc and didn’t think to ask. Everything seemed okay and they said they’d be back in 10 days to make sure it worked. Jack still smelt really bad... but that seemed like the least of our troubles.
Then suddenly, Jack disappeared, saying he has gone home for a ‘break’ or whatever... in the middle of the academic year. Anyways, the fumigators come back and me and two other girls were in the living room letting them do their thing... when the men come downstairs... I will never forget this conversation:
Guy: have you noticed a strange smell about the guy in room 3? Me: yes since we’ve known him Guy: how would you describe that smell? Girl: shit Guy: yep.
We all went white, and stared at each other in disbelief thinking that he was trying to wind us up... but no. Not only was his room CRAWLING in bugs and all sorts.. he was shitting in his room, in SEVEN suitcases, and using his curtains as toilet paper......... the bathroom was next door to him.
The men proceed to bring down all the evidence and go through every item in the garden. They were clearly also in shock, because they kept nervously laughing and gagging when they found a huge lump of turd or really badly stained jeans covered in shit. Since it’s definitely not their job to dispose of all that..they left it all for us in bin bags in our garden. The landlord tried to help us, but he was so disturbed and angry about the whole thing that he wasn’t much help.
Safe to say that guy never returned, and had to pay thousands in damage. They put in a new carpet, bed, curtains, painted the walls.. it was all destroyed with faeces. His mum turned up to clean on his behalf though, and cried when she saw his room. Maybe he had some mental health problems... I don’t even know, but still thinking about it to this day makes me cringe.
TL;DR roommate filled his room and 7 suitcases with shit for 2 years which attracted mice and bed bugs and then disappeared
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