TIFU By Renting A Room In A Cheap Share House And Getting Much More Than I Bargained For

Warning: this is a long story, but if you enjoy your daily dose of crazy, you're gonna enjoy this.

Sorry in advance for the formatting. I'm on mobile and all that jazz.

So, just to preface this story, I (29f) have been renting a room in this cheap share house for the past 3 weeks because I'm a broke backpacker. This share house is more like a hostel with private rooms, so you don't get to choose who you live with. The TIFU isn't from today, but this whole mess did come to a head this morning.

I've been renting this room for a bit now as I said, and everything had been going smoothly. The neighborhood isn't the best but the house and the other tenants are nice and calm. Exactly what I wanted.

I usually keep to myself and stay in my room when I'm not doing couses and only come out to cook or have a quick smoke. This was my routine for about a week up until a new tenant moved in. We'll call her CR, for crazy roommate, and you'll find out why.

I didn't think much of her at first as I was busy with my courses and didn't run into her for a few days after she moved in. Eventually I did run into her in the smoking area (we only have one) and said a quick hello and exchanged a few pleasantries.

She seemed pretty nice, although very talkative and a bit of an oversharer, but hey, nothing too nefarious. I did try to not engage her too much though, as I'm an extreme introvert and don't want to be around people too often unless I know them well.

This is where things started going real pear shaped, real fast.

The weekend comes and I've just finished one of my courses. It's Friday night and I fancy a beer and a chill out. I crack a cold one and go sit outside at the smoking area to relax and enjoy the evening warmth. One of the other tenants pops by, we have a nice chat and he heads off to make dinner.

Cue CR walking up to grab a seat and have a drink of her own. This is where I notice that she's giving me a whole lot of stink eye. I'm confused as hell and give her a quick hello and nothing else (which she doesn't respond to), as I absolutely hate conflict and didn't want to get involved in anything.

She then procedes to star chatting to me completely normally. I'm still a bit confused but chalk the dirty look up to my imagination. I eventually excuse myself and head back to my room to relax and watch some Netflix.

The walls are pretty thin so I can hear a lot of what's going on in the place. Some of the other tenants are chatting and having a drink, including CR. Things seem pretty merry, so I do a few passes to the smoking area and have a talk with some of the other tenants. She's there for most of it and we talk as well.

The evening tapers out and most people have gone to their rooms and I'm doing the same, watching some more Netflix. It's about 1 am now and I hear a knock on my door. I open it and find CR on the other side. She reeks of alcohol and looks like she's been crying. I ask her what's up to which she starts spouting a whole bunch of nonsense about how I don't have a family (by that she meant kids) and I'd never be able to feel true love for another human being, so on and so forth. Ooook...

She then just ends her rant after I've only been able to stare at her in pure confusion and leaves. I don't know what to think about this interaction, so I just close the door and go to bed.

The next day she comes up to see me and asks me why I hate her and why I'm so rude to her. I tell her that I don't hater her and that if I came off as rude, I'm sorry. She lays it on a bit more, I apologize again. Conversation ends, I go back to my room

I'm pretty busy the next week, so I don't end up seeing her much. Although this time I know that I'm not imagining the death glares she's giving me whenever we cross paths. I completely stop interacting with her whenever we're at the smoking area together because I've also been hearing her go off at people in the evenings after she's had a bit to drink. Ain't need none of that in my life!

The next Friday comes around and I'm bracing myself for what might come. Its about 8 pm and she's already had most of a bottle of bubbly. Fuck!

I'm tiptoeing around her, trying to avoid her as best I can, but lucky for me a new tenant moved in that day and she's got her hooks into him the second he walked in the place and is now talking his ear off. This gives me space to chill and enjoy my evening for a bit.

Now it's about 10:30 pm and CR is roaring drunk. The new guy is pretty drunk as well and he ends up going back to his room for some shut eye. This leaves me alone in the smoking area with CR.

This is where the TIFU happened. I try my best to ignore her, since she's talking and singing to herself, but that quickly stops when she suddenly grabs her chair and plants it just inches from me and sits down. She's practically in my face and staring right at me with a pretty terrifying smile. I'm a bit panicky now and ask her if she needs anything. She just smiles more and says no. I awkwardly get up and try to leave when she starts raising her voice at me, asking me why I'm such a rude bitch. I tell her that I don't think I'm being rude, I just need a bit of personal space. Big mistake, I should have just left without saying a word.

All hell breaks loose.

She gets up in a rush, knocks her chair down and gets right in my face. Now I don't know how she found out I was gay, maybe she picked up on it, maybe one of the other tenants told her (it's not a secret, but I never told her), but she just starts unleashing homophobic slurs at me that would make a Nazi blush. (This is pretty graphic stuff so sorry in advance). She tells me that all dykes like me secretly crave cock, that we're just like vegans who secretly crave meat, that we're all lying to ourselves, how I truly miss a good dicking etc... All that nice stuff.

Now being the brave and intrepid person that I am, I shout at her to just please leave me alone and leg it back to my room and lock the door. I can hear her screaming and antagonizing the other tenants for a while before everybody flees to their respective rooms and leaves her to her own devices.

I'm jittery and spooked now and can't seem to sleep. Next thing I know, it's 1:30 am and she just starts shouting in the kitchen. No words, just howling and banging on the walls and people's doors. This eventually stops when she realizes she won't get an audience tonight and goes to bed.

The next morning (today) I poke my head out of my room to see if she's there and stealth my way into the kitchen like a caffeine craving Sam Fisher to make my morning cup of Joe. Coast is clear, coffee acquired. I didn't see any sign of her on my excursion so I risk a ciggy. Big mistake no. 2!

She rocks up just as I light up and sits herself in the seat closest to me, even though there are plenty more available. I say nothing and keep my head down. She then procedes to start leaning towards me to look at my phone. I back away as far as I can and ask her to stop. She starts whining that she's not doing anything and tells me to shut the fuck up. At this point I'm pretty much trying to noclip myself out of the chair to stay as far away from her as I can but she leans over again, our shoulders are almost touching and asks me if I'm looking up porn(I wasn't for those curious). I instantly get up and place myself as far away from her as I can without leaving the smoking area. She then cranks up the old homophobic bullshit again. I snap, tell her to knock it off and just leave me be. She then procedes to square up to me and gets real close to tells me she's gonna fuck me up, that I can't do anything about it and that I'm just a little bitch.

I'm fully freaked out now but luckily the landlord was in for some cleaning and I go up to him. I tell him that she's scaring the shit out of me, and even though I want to stay in this place longer, I can't because she's acting like a nut job. He tells me he'll talk to her but she's already followed me and starts screaming that I'm abusing her and that everything I say is a lie (fucking third grade called and they want their arguments back).

He starts talking to her and I bail out.

I am genuinely terrified of this woman now, but I managed to overhear that she is being evicted. She's done a few passes in front of my door where she would put her speaker in front of it and blast music at me while calling me a little bitch and knocking on the walls. Weirdly enough she also made another pass later on where all she did was make snorting pig sounds for a while before leaving. Later that evening she even started camping my door and repeating "Snitches get stitches." over and over again.

She won't be gone untill Monday morning unfortunately, so I'll have to make myself scarce for the day, but thank fuck I won't have to deal with her much longer.

TL;DR: Decided to rent a room in a cheap share house because I'm a broke backpacker and proceeded to aquire the housemate from hell. Suffered almost two weeks of mounting tentions and passive agressive behavior before all hell broke loose yesterday evening. Was harassed and threatened but in the end managed to get the psycho evicted. Only 24 more hours to go until peace is restored.