My freshman year I moved into a campus apartment with 3 random roommates. We each had our own bedrooms and shared a bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Two of the girls were chill and we were friendly, but the third (and one this story is about, let’s call her G) was all sorts of weird from day one. I got a weird vibe from her but thought I was just being too harsh and judgmental. A few weeks into living together I noticed some odd things happening in my bedroom. First, my antidepressants that I leave on my desk were knocked over all over the floor. I didn’t recall doing so, but figured I’d just forgotten. Then I noticed my hairbrush and nail polish went missing, I figured maybe I’d left it at a friends place. I’d also notice my bed would be unmade on days I remembered making it. Then I noticed a pair of socks go missing, (all of my socks are silly and distinct, none of them are plain so I noticed them being gone) followed by a tank top. I had no proof of anyone being in my room, and I honestly didn’t think a girl I barely knew would have the audacity to go into my room and take things, knowing we lived together. One day my other roommate called me to ask what was all the noise in my room. I told her I was upstairs at our friends apartment, and that I couldn’t possibly be making noise in my bedroom. She told me my light was on, and I came downstairs immediately. I opened my bedroom door and there G was. Sitting on my floor surrounded by the garbage that was in my trash can. She had unwrapped all of my used feminine products and lined them up, like a collection. I immediately almost threw up but was too angry to even address my disgust. She told me she was sick and embarrassed and needed help, I just kept screaming at her because I was so caught off guard. Got her kicked out of the dorm and heard she dropped out a few months later. Lesson learned, don’t get a random roommate. Just live alone.