My then-boyfriend and I lived on the second floor. The people beneath us moved in with only a few bags of clothes and they didn’t appear to have much money even though the rent we had to pay was really expensive. At the first day they moved in they came begging me for a pillow to borrow and a mattress. I didn’t have an extra mattress, but I did have an extra pillow (I’ve never received that pillow back by the way.)
Also, the couple who lived there were very weird to say the least. The guy always went out to some pub drinking until he couldn’t walk normally and the woman came asking me for different things on daily basis. It started by asking me for some sugar. Then things got weird and she came knocking on my door in the middle of the night asking me for “sleeping pills.” I told her I didn’t have that kind of medication, but that didn’t stop her from asking me again for about 10 nights in a row.
I never locked my door, and one time I woke up very early only to find out she was sitting next to my bed. I screamed so loud, which caused her to fall backwards on the floor with her legs up in the air. I must say I wish I didn’t had to see that. Once she got herself together again she told me she had to borrow my phone. I was annoyed obviously, but still I did give her the phone wishing she would go away quickly. Stupidly because I already let her borrow a lot, she came asking me for more, sugar, more pills, money for the bus, helping me with hanging up her curtains, fixing her television you name it and it only got worse.
At one point I got so sick of her asking me for almost everything, I decided to ignore her, lock my bedroom door and the contact with her slightly ended. Then the landlord visited our house and told me they hadn’t paid rent for months and he was throwing them out. I was relieved because other than asking me for basically everything she also smoked like A LOT. I don’t have anything against smoking, but she smoked so much the whole house smelled like the worst kind of smoke you can imagine making me wanting to throw up.
Finally the landlord kept his word. Only problem was they already left, meaning they left their garbage in their room and he had to throw everything out. It was the worst crap I had ever seen, vibrators, porn, a completely destroyed kitchen, handcuffs, nasty worn underwear, old food etc. It seemed she worked as a prostitute on some street corner when her man was drinking himself to death in the pub. After the whole ordeal, the neighbors on our street told us she also knocked on their windows in the middle of the night asking them for pills.