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The Flood / Re: Who's The Weirdest Person Who's Ever Stayed At Your House?
« on: October 17, 2015, 10:49:19 AM »
Crazy Pigeon Lady.
Last year I had a housemate move out, and after a month of the room being empty this new girl came in. She seemed a bit "off" when I first met her, but I ignored and carried on with my day. The next day she went outside and offered a cooked chicken to some government builders doing pavement work outside, claiming she was "networking" to try and get them to get a balcony on her room upstairs. That kinda set off a few alarms, seeing as you can't really modify Uni accommodation with building work, and builders weren't exactly going to just build one for a fucking cooked chicken.
The next night the rest of our house was preparing for one of their birthdays for the next day, so we had stocked the fridge full of alcohol. Meanwhile, CPL had started some private party in her room, with crazy dubstep shite blasting out the walls and a few (around 4 or 5) guests around 9pm. Was a tad annoyed, but left it because it might be her old housemates from the last place she stayed or something, but then her door opened and one of the fucking builders was there...
That night got worse. Smoke started seeping out of the cracks in her door, and had an... exotic smell (Meh on this point, don't really care too much), the music was ungodly loud, and all the builders and her were hollering and occasionally drunkenly planning this balcony thing she was going on about. Party didn't end until 10am. The. Next. Day. I got to sleep around 5am, after trying in vain a few times to get them to shutup. Woke up at around 1pm, to the sounds of moaning and grunting in her room next door... jesus christ...
Went downstairs for breakfast, opened the fridge to get my milk for coffee amidst the bottles of alcohol...no alcohol. All gone, the remains hurriedly hidden at the bottom of the bin. I confronted her and her fuckbuddy about it, she made some bullshit excuses and intended to replace it all. I left the house in a grumpy tired state to get something and generally leave the house to get away from her, while my other housemates went down to recover from the noise the night before and get a late breakfast.
Here's where it gets crazy, according to my housemates left in the house. After the builder guy had left, she went downstairs, something cupped in her hand. When one of my housemates asked about it, she just looked at them gladly and went "Isn't it cute?". She opened her hands and there was a pigeon's head, sans the rest of it.
...
When she eventually left the house for good 3 months and several other "incidents" (a lot less crazy than this one, but it all adds up) later because she was terrible at her course (Geography or something), before the cleaners went into her room we had a quick look inside and there was still pigeon feathers and I assume it's blood scattered around the room. No idea where the body went, don't really want to know.
Hands down the craziest person I've met.
Last year I had a housemate move out, and after a month of the room being empty this new girl came in. She seemed a bit "off" when I first met her, but I ignored and carried on with my day. The next day she went outside and offered a cooked chicken to some government builders doing pavement work outside, claiming she was "networking" to try and get them to get a balcony on her room upstairs. That kinda set off a few alarms, seeing as you can't really modify Uni accommodation with building work, and builders weren't exactly going to just build one for a fucking cooked chicken.
The next night the rest of our house was preparing for one of their birthdays for the next day, so we had stocked the fridge full of alcohol. Meanwhile, CPL had started some private party in her room, with crazy dubstep shite blasting out the walls and a few (around 4 or 5) guests around 9pm. Was a tad annoyed, but left it because it might be her old housemates from the last place she stayed or something, but then her door opened and one of the fucking builders was there...
That night got worse. Smoke started seeping out of the cracks in her door, and had an... exotic smell (Meh on this point, don't really care too much), the music was ungodly loud, and all the builders and her were hollering and occasionally drunkenly planning this balcony thing she was going on about. Party didn't end until 10am. The. Next. Day. I got to sleep around 5am, after trying in vain a few times to get them to shutup. Woke up at around 1pm, to the sounds of moaning and grunting in her room next door... jesus christ...
Went downstairs for breakfast, opened the fridge to get my milk for coffee amidst the bottles of alcohol...no alcohol. All gone, the remains hurriedly hidden at the bottom of the bin. I confronted her and her fuckbuddy about it, she made some bullshit excuses and intended to replace it all. I left the house in a grumpy tired state to get something and generally leave the house to get away from her, while my other housemates went down to recover from the noise the night before and get a late breakfast.
Here's where it gets crazy, according to my housemates left in the house. After the builder guy had left, she went downstairs, something cupped in her hand. When one of my housemates asked about it, she just looked at them gladly and went "Isn't it cute?". She opened her hands and there was a pigeon's head, sans the rest of it.
...
When she eventually left the house for good 3 months and several other "incidents" (a lot less crazy than this one, but it all adds up) later because she was terrible at her course (Geography or something), before the cleaners went into her room we had a quick look inside and there was still pigeon feathers and I assume it's blood scattered around the room. No idea where the body went, don't really want to know.
Hands down the craziest person I've met.
