I've talked about my demon housemate, "Clare" on here before, but here are some of the highlights:
- If she was going to bed, the house had to be silent. Any noise at all, including (but not limited to) watching television, listening to music, using the kitchen or bathroom, talking with eachother, using the phone, would result in her having a huge fit or spending the following day slamming doors and loudly calling her boyfriend and telling him how horrible we all were.
- She became obsessed with knowing where everyone was, insisting on a sort of wall-chart where we had to put down all classes, events and other plans in advance. If we left the house for any reason, we had to write on the whiteboard where we were going and what time we might be back. If we complained, refused, or just didn't do it, she burst into tears and claimed she just wanted to make sure we were all safe.
- This didn't stop her, however, leaving the house for days on end to go home or visit her boyfriend, without telling any of us.
- She was a compulsive liar, particularly on the subject of her family. She frequently claimed that her mother/grandmother/grandfather/sibling (it changed often) was very sick and close to death. She also claimed, at various points, to have a dead twin sister, have a blind/paralysed/comatose father, and to be the illegitimate daughter of a minor royal. At various other points, she refused to have ever said any of that, and once accused our fellow housemate of gaslighting her on the subject.
- She dropped out of university in April, shortly before the end of the Spring term, and went home. She didn't take any of her belongings, bar a small suitcase of clothes and a couple of knick-nacks. She refused to pay rent, claiming that if she wasn't at university anymore, she didn't have to. (This was an off-campus house with a landlord, not university housing). Luckily our contract stated we were individually responsible for our own rent, so I and the other three housemates weren't penalised for this.
- She refused to come and collect her belongings, but threatened to sue us all if we touched them. (We boxed them up and left them in her room, so they could be easily picked up.)
- The day before we were due to move out (end of June), she turned up, with her (perfectly healthy) parents, and threw a total fit. She was furious that we had been in "her" room, that we had touched her stuff, and that we hadn't been concerned about her. Genuinely, she was incandescent with rage that we hadn't been calling her every day to see if she was okay, hadn't flooded her social media with pleas for her to come back, hadn't travelled 200 miles (during exams!!) to visit her. Her parents agreed, saying that we were horrible people and toxic, and it was our fault that Clare had dropped out of uni.
(Nope, I'm pretty sure the fact that she slept through half her lectures, had to get extensions on most of her essays because of "mental health issues", and hadn't got a passing grade in anything for her entire second year was why she dropped out.)
Luckily they then stormed out, promising that they were going to sue us all for 'emotional distress', and we never saw or heard from them again.