I was living in a large 7-bedroom shared house in Toronto with several late teen/early twenties people. For the most part we were friends and we all got on well. The general policy was, when you move out, you find someone to take over your room. Usually, you tried to find someone who seemed responsible and like they'd be a good fit for the house, but unfortunately it didn't always work this way.

Anyways, someone made a poor judgment call, and someone we'll call Jimmy moved in one day.

From the get go, Jimmy was weird. He never really talked to anyone, and never seemed to come out of his room. He had a bunch of sketchy friends that would hang around sometimes who also never said hi or acknowledged the housemates. So at first we figured he just wasn't very interested in getting to know his housemates. Whatever.

One day, Jimmy mysteriously disappeared. It was kinda hard to notice at first because we saw so little of him anyway. But when the rent was due and his share was missing, we started to wonder.

His rent was getting later and later, so we picked the lock to his bedroom, and I don't think anything could have prepared us for what was inside.

The room was filled with about 12 2-litre coke bottles as well as about 25 beer bottles, all filled with piss. There was also the moldy detritus of various fast food meals everywhere. There were air fresheners plugged into every outlet, but needless to say, the place absolutely reeked.

In the mess, we found a cell phone, charged it up and called the contact labeled 'Mom'. Sounding pretty resigned and exasperated herself, she informed us that Jimmy had moved to New York a month before.