My roommate hell:
Junior year of college, in the dorms... I was put in temporary housing with about 11 other girls, which you would think would have been the "hell" part. Nope, it was GREAT! We had a great time, everyone was pretty respectful of each other, and many of us became pretty good friends. It was about 3 weeks before I got assigned to a room (that's when the college knows for sure that a particular student is not going to show up). That's when the fun began.
I got my room assignment, but apparently my new roommate had not bothered to get her mail, or answer her phone, so she had no idea that she was getting a roommate at all before I showed up. That was awesome, by the way. I stopped by to introduce myself, and she basically slammed the door in my face. It didn't get much better from there, despite my efforts to be friendly and accommodating.
When I moved in, I found that she had disassembled my bed. Remember, classes had been in session for 3 weeks at this point, so I was trying to move in at a point when I had projects, homework, work, and exams. There is nothing like working super hard to move in a short window between classes, and then not even having a bed to sleep in without assembling it first (I have no idea how she got it apart on her own, but it took three of us to put it back together, as it was very heavy steel). I also had an 8 am class. I was exhausted by the time I finally got the bed assembled and could crash.
At one point, she locked me out of the room, and I had to get an RA to force her to let me in. She had no particular reason for doing so, other than the fact that she just didn't want a roommate.
She had taken all three sections of the closet, and seemed surprised that I actually wanted to use one of the sections. She tried to get me to give her half of my ONE closet section! Nope, not happening. I had to cram everything I owned into that one section, as we didn't have dressers. We had three small drawers, and the rest of the main cabinet was open shelving. My underwear lived in my bottom desk drawer for awhile, because I didn't have room to assemble my folding cardboard storage unit, and she was slow to clear out a single drawer for me to use.
She was supposedly pre-med, but she never went to class. She slept most of the day, and did copious amounts of catalog shopping (This was 20+ years ago. I shudder to think what it would have been like now, with online shopping.). She was almost always in the room, which meant that I seldom had privacy. I took to hanging out with a book in the basement, just to get some privacy.
She would have lengthy phone conversations at 2 or 3 in the morning with her parents overseas in Japan, almost every night. She would sob during these conversations. She did not want to be there at all. They would not let her drop out. She was trying to fail out so she could go home.
She did NOT SLEEP AT NIGHT. Therefore, I barely slept at all, because I still went to classes and worked, and had projects. By golly, though, if I needed to be working in the room during the time she slept (all day, remember), it was the end of the world. She did not want me to study in the room at all, and complained quite a bit when I finally refused to study elsewhere, because I was sick of always having to be the one to leave when I was paying just as much for the room as she was.
I also couldn't use my blowdryer in the room because it was too noisy. I ended up figuring out how to use the hand dryers in the bathroom to dry my hair (we had a bunch at a higher level than usual, so I think that they were actually intended to dry hair).
She washed her feet in the sink nightly. We were right across the hall from the showers, which I dunno... is a more appropriate place to wash your feet than the sink that we did dishes in, but what do I know, right? My bed was by the sink, so she would rest her foot on my footboard while she did whatever it was that she did. I was usually in bed at the time, which made it even weirder than it sounds.
Speaking of dishes... She didn't actually do her dishes. They piled up under the sink. I had a meal plan that covered most of my meals, so I generally just had a cup or two to wash at a time. I was not going to wash her dishes.
She would use my microwave at odd hours of the night. Like at 3 am, again. The microwave was right by my bed. I had asked her repeatedly to please not use it after midnight, because I had early classes. One night, I had finally had it. I had a sinus infection, and a final at 7:30 am. I had finally gotten to sleep at around midnight. 4am, she starts microwaving something. I lost it. I also couldn't get back to sleep. I swear I aced that final because I was too furious to fail.
I moved out after finals. I didn't bother telling her until I was actually moving out, which I'll admit was mean, but I really had had it. A friend needed a roommate at a different dorm. The same day that she woke me up at 4 by using my microwave, I went to the housing office and filled out the paperwork for a transfer, right after my final. When my Dad came to pick me up for Christmas Break, we moved all my things to the new dorm. She came in as we were moving my stuff, I shook her hand, told her it was nice to have met her, I was moving out, and we left. I heard later that she just couldn't understand why I left, as we got along so well.
The funny thing is, right after the first week of living with her (during which I had gotten almost no sleep, due to her flipped schedule), a good friend from temp housing got assigned a room 2 doors down. Her roommate was best friends with my roommate. We got together with them and proposed a swap. They refused, as they didn't want to live together because "it would ruin their friendship"...
Her friend was much more adjusted to college life, and probably knew exactly how awful it would be living with my roommate.
BTW, this isn't even half of all of the weirdness...