29 College Graduates Describe Their Roommate Horror Story

“Goodbye Jayquack, sorry about ruining your birthday”

After he left, I needed a new roommate. The guys across the hall were tripled in a room made for 2, so I invited one of them to live with me. He accepted, the RD agreed and less than 2 weeks later he was all moved in. This new guy is great, we really hit it off and become fast friends, and he begins to tell me how Eduardo still texts him. Apparently he still texted everyone in the rooms near mine. Now I really don’t care because who am I to say who they should and shouldn’t text as long as it doesn’t involve me.

My new roommate (Who I shall name Bill) is a pretty sociable person, and has long since made friends with all the neighbors. I always wanted to make friends with the people around us, but having Eduardo as a roommate made it incredibly difficult to. His train of thought was that if they were HIS friends, they could not under ANY circumstances be MY friends as well. Honestly looking back on it I guess I was a bit like an abused girlfriend or wife. I’d gotten so used to him being a dick that I just quietly sat in my room playing video games, afraid to be sociable for fear of awakening the beast. ANYWAY… Bill introduced me to the neighbors, and we all became good friends, and it was once this friendship blossomed that they began to admit to me that not only was Eduardo still texting them, he was becoming more and more angry towards me. He would text them how things would be better if I had left and not him, and how he’d made some mistakes and wished he could come back. It was at this point that he texted Bill and told him “Hey man i’m gunna come visit for the weekend, I’m taking my old bed while I’m there.” It was at this point that I actually nutted up and decided enough was enough. I called him (still had his number saved in my phone for god knows what reason) and flat out told him he was unwelcome in the room. I said he was welcome to come get his stuff that he had left that had survived his “episode” (his minifridge was all that remained) but there was NO WAY I was letting him stay in the room for longer than it took to take his fridge because of the fact that he was a downright horrible person.

He fucking flipped out.

He started screaming into the phone how I was the “greasiest piece of shit slimeball” that he’d ever called a friend. I said “Sorry, goodbye” and hung up. He tried calling back, texting, and IM’ing me but I ignored or blocked it all. It was at this point that he started commenting on everything I’ve ever done on facebook ever. I mean ever. All with the same word “Faggot”. Hundreds of notifications. Finally he stopped and I thought it was over. Then suddenly Bill gets a text that says “Dude fuck Jayquack, he won’t say no after this”
Bill asks him what that means and Eduardo responds with “Got my dads gun case keys, see you in an hour” I’ve never run anywhere faster than I have to the police station that day. I explained the situation, and they called a cop from his area to speak with him and his parents. They assured me nothing was going to happen and that he probably was just pissed and needed to blow off steam. Turns out the cops got to his house as he was getting in the car. He had his dads shotgun under the passenger seat.

I called my family, they drove out, and we had a meeting with the police. Eduardo’s mother drove out to school too and met with us. She pleaded that her son needed help, and that if I had him arrested he could never change. My parents kept urging me to press charges, but the look in Eduardo’s moms eyes was so sad that I told her I wouldn’t if he got help.

And once again everything was fine, for about a week.

Halloween night rolls around, and due to my job on campus I can’t go out partying. My job consists of sitting at a desk and checking ID cards between 11pm and 4am to make sure everyone who enters actually lives in the building. Well I was informed that joining me and my work partner would be 2 troopers. They told me it was because the drunken shenanigans on Halloween tend to get more rowdy than two minimum wage student workers can handle. I thought that was pretty badass and spent the whole night checking the ID cards of kids dressed up in costumes, trashed out of their skulls. Around 3 AM one officer pulls me aside and says he has to tell me something. The real reason they were there that night was that Eduardo was seen in the area, and they needed to make sure I was safe while they found him. Apparently kids are harder to identify when they’re all in costume (who knew?) The officer told me they found him on campus around 2AM, hiding in the service entrance to my dorm building.

He was carrying a knife

This time I was not so lenient, and pressed charges. Among other things he is now not allowed within 2 miles of campus, which essentially makes him unable to be in the town the school is located in.

It’s been about 4 years now and I STILL remember every detail vividly



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