Not exactly a horror story, but what the hell... Freshman year of school we had a roommate who was aptly dubbed "Fat Bastard" after the Austin Powers character of the same name that was well-known at that time. His personal hygiene habits were generally disgusting and his actions typically obnoxious. He tended to stay up/out very late (even during the week) and would stumble in drunk and stoned and order food, waking up the other 4 of us in the room. He would then proceed to sleep through his alarm in the morning - there was no way he was making it to his 8am classes. To try and combat this, he bought multiple alarm clocks, including an insanely loud old school brass alarm clock with the dual bell striker on top. He would place this one right next to his head (literally about 8" away). It turned out to be a regular occurrence that the multiple alarms would still not wake him up - I remember having to start kicking him to wake up one morning because I was pissed I couldn't get my sleep and nudging him wasn't working. To top it off, we thought he was selling drugs out of the room. He wasn't well-liked on the entire floor and due to space concerns it was difficult to move him out (our room was a converted study lounge with 5 people). Finally we all had enough, moved all of his shit into the hallway and wouldn't let him back in. The school found him another place to live right away. Interestingly, our room was right next to the main security office - you would think that they may have a problem with our actions, but apparently they didn't like him just as much as we did.