Roommate Horror Stories: My Roommate and I Were Only Supposed to Share the Apartment, Not My Clothes!

Okay, so living with a roommate can be a fun experience, but mine? Total disaster. I moved in with this girl, Sarah, thinking we’d vibe. She seemed chill, kept the place clean, and was all smiles. But then my clothes started vanishing, and it turned into something I never expected.

It kicked off small. My go-to black sweater went missing after doing my laundry. I figured it got lost, but then my red dress, the one I save for nights out, was gone too. Now, Sarah was always complimenting my style, saying things like, “Your clothes are so cute!” I thought she was just being nice until I spotted her rocking my denim jacket at a café. My stomach dropped. She swore it was hers, but the paint splatter from my art class showed otherwise.

It was really uncomfortable when I finally had to confront her. She said she “grabbed it by accident” and apologized. I let it go, but then it got worse. My silk scarf, leather boots, even my vintage earrings? Poof! I started locking my closet, but Sarah was sneaky. I legit caught her trying to open the lock with a bobby pin one day, saying she needed something “cute” for a date. Like, what?

This hurts cause I work hard for my clothes, picking stuff that’s me. Seeing Sarah strut around in them felt like she was stealing my vibe. I started taking pics of her in my stuff as proof. My friends advised me to move out, but my lease had me stuck for six more months.

I eventually installed a tiny camera in my room to catch her in the act. The footage was wild. Sarah was creeping into my room at night, trying on my clothes like it was a shopping mall. She even mumbled, “This looks better on me.” Creepy! I showed her the video and demanded my stuff back. She flipped out, saying I was the one invading her space. She gave some things back, but half were wrecked or still missing. I was done.

I told our landlord, who tried to play peacemaker but couldn’t kick her out. I started stashing my clothes at a friend’s place, but living with Sarah was like walking on eggshells. When my lease was up, I bolted and swore I’d never room with a stranger again.