Have I told you all about Mr. Happy? (And a few other, more minor tales)
When I was in college, the last 2 years, a friend & I shared an apartment in a converted old house a few blocks from 3 different campuses for 2 universities (one of which we were students at), at the intersection of Frat Row and Bar Row. There were a few relatively minor incidents, including a group of drunken students who spied the Nebraska plates on my car and started singing the University of Nebraska fight song.
The building had 3 apartments, 2 accessed from the back of the house, and one from the front, and on the back side, a shed had been built up against the side of the house to hold a coin-op washer & dryer. The roof of the shed came up & over part of my big bedroom window, to just above the window A/C unit. The shed door had a lock, but the whole shed was a bit rickety. We eventually discovered (I don't recall how) that the reason our apartment also had a security system was because the parents of the girls who'd lived there previously had paid for it after some idiot got into the shed & pulled out the A/C unit to break into the apartment. Lovely!
There was also a second, small window high in the wall of my bedroom, just above a section of porch roofing or some such. (This comes into play later).
One day, my friend went to get her laundry from the machines and discovered her undies were AWOL. Next day, walking down the street along Bar Row, she found a bunch of them strewn in the bushes. She started collecting them until she thought about it, realized there was no way she'd ever wear them again, and tossed them in the trash.
The biggest incident, however, happened one summer when we were both taking classes and I was working part-time in a gift shop of a pub. We get home about midnight or so on a weeknight, and being hungry, call the late-night pizza delivery joint. Pizza comes, we eat, all is well. My friend decides that, since it's really hot and her room doesn't have an A/C unit, she's going to sleep on the papasan couch in the living room (which does have A/C). Just after she says this, there's a knock on the door. Thinking it must be the pizza guy (maybe he lost something & is retracing his steps?), I get up and go peek out the door.
Roomie suddenly sees me FLY across the room, grab the phone, and start dialing 911. "I'm at 1234 Address Street and there's some guy jacking off on my front porch!!" Yep! When I peeked out the window, I caught a glimpse of a guy with a crudmonkey-eating grin and making a very distinctive motion with his hand. Cops arrive, look around the premises, but of course the guy is long gone. We pulled the cushion from the couch to the hallway outside my room, and slept with the phone on the floor between the cushion and my bed.
Exactly one week later, we'd just gotten home late at night, roomie's in the loo (accessible only via my room), and I'm sitting on my bed, waiting my turn. Roomie hears a knocking noise, and says "What?" I ask what she wants, having not heard the noise. Noise repeats, and this time we both hear it. I look up at the small, high window, and see a big grin and we hear the guy climb down from his perch. Cue me, flying for the phone again. The cops arrived in record time - turns out it was the same ones who'd responded the previous week, and in fact had just driven past our house and had slowed down to look for suspicious activity. Alas, Mr. Happy's perch was not easily seen from the street. Also, by the fact that we heard him climbing down, we're guessing he'd been up there waiting for us to get home! Of course, he was gone by the time the cops arrived, and we never did find out who he was. Thankfully, to our knowledge, he never came back.