rSlash - r/Bestof Someone Keeps Breaking into My Home

Episode Date: January 25, 2026

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Welcome to R. slash best of redditor updates, where it appears that O.P. is being haunted by a ghost. Our next Reddit post comes from R. slash D.K. Brebkasa, which is some non-English-speaking subreddit, and the post is translated from, I guess, Danish. The title is, I think someone is playing with me. This is going to sound a little crazy, but I need some advice anyway. I just want to start by saying that I've never had any problems with paranoia, delusions, or psychosis. And I don't believe in goats or anything like that. I'm also 35 years old now, so it's unlikely that those type of mental issues would arise at such a late age. That being said, I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm pretty sure someone moves small things in my apartment when I'm not home. I live alone, and no one, as far as I know,

has a key to my apartment. I have two keys, and both are in my possession. I've tried putting glasses and plates on the table as a test before I go to work, and I've taken pictures of them to compare with the pictures when I get home. So far, I haven't been successful in proving anything. The most obvious things that I've noticed that have moved are a plate that I had breakfast on that day moved maybe 30 centimeters from where I put it. Candles have moved from the center of the coffee table to the edge of the table. And a shampoo bottle has moved from one shelf to another that I never used to store shampoo on. There are several other things I've noticed, but they're very small things that fall in that maybe, maybe not category. My ex-boyfriend had the key to my apartment

for many years before we broke up two years ago. We didn't fall out, and he has a new girlfriend now, so I'm 99% sure it's not him. He also works in Copenhagen several days a week while I live in Jutland. I've asked him on days when things have moved where he was, and he's been in Copenhagen all those days. He shared his location on Messenger, so that was enough. What would you do? I have no evidence of anything, and in principle, I could have been sleepwalking or something and just not notice the changes until I got back home from work. I occasionally slept walk as a child, but as far as I know, it hasn't happened in maybe 25 years. It's starting to get pretty creepy. Then a couple of weeks later, OP posted an update. It turns out my apartment actually has three keys, not two, as I thought.

My neighbor, who's also 35, apparently looked after the previous tenant's cat occasionally and had a key to their apartment. She didn't return the key after they moved out of what is now my apartment. We were pretty good friends to start with when I moved in, but she became more and more clinging to the extent that she would call up 15 times a day and talk for over four hours in total per day. I couldn't even leave the apartment without her wanting to know where I was going, and she would get angry if I didn't respond immediately to her messages, or if I was asleep or busy. There was just so much drama surrounding her that I couldn't take it anymore, and I chose to completely cut off contact. She's respected that for the most part, I thought.

It turns out that she lets herself into my apartment to go through my cupboards and drawers, and apparently deliberately move my things around to make me paranoid. She can hear when I go in and out of my apartment because her entrance is only five meters, from mine. That's why she always knew when I wasn't home, even though I work shifting hours. I confronted her and said that I would call the cops. She panicked and contacted her father who came over to me. He's a doctor and said that she has borderline personality disorder and refuse treatment because she doesn't think she's wrong. He said she's impulsive, outwardly reacting, and often feels a strong urge to avenge herself on people she feels have treated her unfairly or let her down. This has

apparently been a theme throughout her life with almost all of her relationships, romantic and friendships. He practically begged me not to call the police and said that he would do everything he can to prevent anything similar from happening again. I got him to pay for a locksmith to change the lock, and I said that I would report her to the Housing Association, who would then report her to the police, if she didn't voluntarily move out of this apartment as soon as possible, because I don't want her as a neighbor anymore. They've both accepted that, and she's now chosen to move back to her parents at the end of February. So the ending was relatively good for me, albeit very chaotic. Well, I'm glad everything worked out, but if I were in OP's shoes, I would have called the cops the second the dad left my

apartment. This is all too much craziness for me to deal with. Our next Reddit post comes from R-slash relationships. My friend Tom is making a student film for his thesis project. This is an extremely important project for him and will determine if he graduates, so he's already stressing out about it. I helped him write the script. I'm a writing major, and then he asked me if I would act in it. He said it would mean a lot to him, and I've acted in a few different plays, and another student film that won some awards before, so I agreed. He was seriously so thankful and thrilled and admitted he'd written the role of the female lead with me in mind. Great! I asked him early on who he had in mind for the other actors, but he listed off names that I didn't personally know.

Now we're ready to start filming. Tom's gotten all the equipment and scouted out locations we need. I just found out that he secured this one actor, Brad, as the male lead of the film. Brad and I have a slight history. I went on one date with him from a dating app about 10 months ago. I didn't know that Brad had any connection to Tom. To put it bluntly, Brad was really, really, really weird. I immediately felt like there was something off about him. He was pushy, aggressive, and did not respect the boundaries of going on a date with a stranger at all. He kept staring at me with this empty, almost angry look in his eyes. He kept putting his hand on my knee or thigh under the table, even when I moved away.

He talked about the weirdest stuff, how he had never banged a non-white girl before. Whoa! So, wondering if our lady parts are tighter, asking me if I'm into oral, talking about how he had recently killed a deer and, as a joke, left its heart on his vegetarian friend's doorstep. I actually legitimately thought that it was a prank, like a what would you do TV situation, but the cameras never showed up. After lunch was over, I stood up and said I had to go, and he kept trying to negate my experience. I said I had a doctor's appointment, and he kept saying that I could reschedule it, and that it's easy to just skip appointments because there are no consequences. He followed me out into the parking lot and grabbed my elbow and tried to steer me towards his car so that we could go on a drive. I finally hit my breaking point and turned to him and said, Dude, I don't know if you know this, but you come off as really disrespectful and rude. Don't touch a chick if you don't know her. People are going to think that you're an R-word. I'm going to my appointment. Let me go. He let me go in silence, and I drove off, blocked him, and moved on with my life. Until I just found out that Tom has gotten that same Brad to act in his film. Not only that, he's the lead. If the script stays the way it is, I might have to act as his love interest. I absolutely do not want this. And the very thought of even being in the same room as that guy makes me kind of nauseous. How do I tell Tom?

I don't want to be that divo who gives ultimatums or refuses to work with others. And this film is extremely important to Tom's future. He's my friend, and I don't want to let him down or leave him in the lurch. Finding another actress could be really difficult for him at this point. But I'm pretty sure I absolutely cannot work with that creep, Brad. Is it really okay to force Tom to choose between the two of us? Or should I just bow out? Then one day later, Opie posted an update.

After my post, I decided to meet Tom for dinner. He asked me how I've been, and I kind of clumsily launch into a story about this terrible date that I had with this guy. I was talking about the date with Brad, but I didn't say that it was Brad. Tom was really sympathetic and was saying things like, Oh my God, that guy's a creep. I'm glad nothing happened to you. What a butthole. I'm glad you're safe. I feel like I'd fight him or something if I could. I felt kind of sneaky about doing it this way, but people's suggestions to lead off with the story without saying the name seemed effective. At that point, I told Tom that the person I was actually talking about was Brad, and that when I found out, I felt really awkward and wasn't sure how to tell Tom,

but I hoped that he could see why I wouldn't want to work with that guy. I said I really wanted to be a part of Tom's project, but I didn't know what to do and wanted him to have all the facts. I said I'd go along with any decision he made. It kind of blew his mind that I was really talking about Brad, and he took a little while to process it. I asked him how he knew Brad, and he said he was just a classmate that he'd worked on a project with earlier this year. They weren't amazing friends or anything. He seemed to brood over this info for a while, and I didn't really know what to say, so I just ate in silence for a bit.

Finally, Tom said matter-of-factly, okay, thanks for telling me. Do you know of anybody we can replace him with? I was surprised. And he was surprised, I was surprised. He said, That guy's a dick. I'm not going to work with him if he treated you that way. We'll find someone else.

I was so happy and grateful that I started tearing up a bit. It's not that important to me that I work on Tom's film, but it was just so nice to hear that he had my back with no reservations or hesitation. He was kind of bemused that I thought that he would want to keep Brad over me. So as of this morning, Tom has informed Brad that he's no longer on the project, and he's talking to a few different people he knows as replacements. He's stressed out about finding somebody, but he said it's good that I told him now, and not after we started shooting. So thank you again to everyone for telling me to tell him ASAP. I've blocked Brad's number and his Facebook,

because I feel like he would try to contact me after this. I know that he kind of went, What the F, bro? And asked Tom something about me. But Tom didn't answer, and he didn't really specifically say how Brad reacted when he got fired. He literally said, Eh, don't worry about it to me when I asked. I did notice that Brad looked in my LinkedIn sometime today, but that's about it. Our next Reddit post is from R slash drew off my chest.

I'm still shaking. My roommate is in her mid-70s. Her name is the only name on the lease. I found my room on Craigslist. It was the only place I could. afford. Also, I'm from a different country. I have debt I'm paying off from my coming here. My roommate has always left me alone. I pay her the money for rent and utilities because everything's under her name. Everything was fine for almost a year. Last month, though, she gambled away the rent money. But I thought

it wasn't a problem because she said she got a loan from her son. So imagine my surprise today when I found from the sheriff's department a notice to vacate in five days. I asked what's going on? My roommate gambled away the loan she had gotten from her son. Also, last month wasn't the first time she gambled away the rent money. She had done the same the month previously. And the money I gave her for this month's rent, she gambled that as well. We've been given a 30-day eviction notice, which she didn't tell me about. There was a hearing, which she didn't tell me about. No one showed up, so the judgment defaulted to the landlord. Now we have five days to eviction, She'll be fine. She's moving in with a friend. Meanwhile, I know no one. I mean, it's funny because I was already planning on moving out at the end of the month after two more paychecks. I found a room that just requires me to have $1,000 to move in, but I only have $280. I can't come up with $720 in five days. I'm not saying this to ask for money. I'm just mentioning this because the irony is so cruel. I don't know where to sleep. I don't have a car.

Also, I did contact the police to tell them my roommate has been stealing from me, but they called it a civil matter to be brought up in small claims courts. How can I focus on going to court when I don't know where I'll be in under a week? This is my worst nightmare come true. Then, two weeks later, O.P. posted an update. Well, I was homeless for the first time in my life. I slept in an unlocked classroom at a nearby university. I kept my possessions in a storage unit.

It definitely wasn't pleasant. But I have to recognize people have had it worse. And then a miracle happened yesterday. I work at a nursing home, and I've become pretty friendly with the daughter of one of the residents. I told her what happened to me. And guess what she told me? Well, she has a room for rent, and it's empty anyways.

Why don't I just move in, and I'll pay her the rent when I get it after the first week in January. I'm shocked. I genuinely thought I was going to be homeless for a lot longer. She's so sweet and super kind. She even made me dinner. I'm so thankful for her. I'm still stunned. Also, she helped me move my things in, which isn't much, just my clothes and laptop, basically. That's my update. I've never felt so elated. This was a nightmare. At least I have a learning experience and know what to look out for.

And I'm definitely going to focus all my free time on suing my former roommate. Down in the comments, we have this interesting post from Bug Hunter. It's easy to assume the only people whose lives are destroyed by gambling are the gamblers themselves. But they invariably drag everyone else around down with them. I was reading a book about the Foxwood Casino in Connecticut, the first Indian casino on the East Coast. And literally, on the very first day they opened, they found people leaving their children in their cars for hours while they gambled. That was our slash best of Redditor updates. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast every single day.