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These Share House Horror Stories Will Have You Busting To Get A Place Of Your Own

Pack your bags, it's time to go.

Living in a share house is not always fun, let’s get real.

These all-too common real-life horror stories of sharing a home with a bunch of people you may not want to call friends at the end of the experience, are enough to make you race out and get your own place, anyway how.

There are the usual kitchen dramas:

“I didn’t cook in my kitchen for the first 6 months of moving out because my housemates were growing sweet potatoes on the bench and in the sink.”

And the gross bathroom cleaning habits, or lack thereof: 

“Our bathroom kept flooding so I took the grate off the drain and there was matted hair the size of a softball blocking the pipe.”

Some unusual talents from housemates:

“I was trying to get in the habit of going to bed early and it soon became apparent that would never happen, because my housemate was a professional tuba player.”

And even the odd intruder:

“We have a possum that visits our house every night and it once came down the chimney and climbed onto my housemate’s clothes rack to watch her sleep.”

Sometimes it just feels you’re living in a movie script:

“I once had a landlord that we swore was a drug dealer/stereotypical mobster who collected our rent in cash, in person wearing a matching adidas tracksuit that was half open to show his gold chain. He refused to sign my HECS forms because he didn’t want the government to know his details.”

And even when you escape overseas for a nice little Euro adventure, you still can’t escape the nightmare:

“I was living in London and thought I had found a great place to live. It was just off Brick Lane in Shoreditch, my room (although originally a living room) had a fireplace and a balcony, and the two other people I was living with worked nights so there wouldn’t be any awkward morning schedule clashes. But the wall my bed was against (which happened to be the wall my room shared with the kitchen – remember it was the old living room) wasn’t very thick so when my two housemates came home from work at different times in the wee hours of the morning I got to enjoy listening to, and smelling, their 4am ‘dinner’. I dreamt a lot about food for four months.”

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