Have you lived with someone who consistently stored their leftover takeout containers under their bed, allowing the aroma of ancient egg rolls to permeate your apartment? Did you sign a lease with someone who insists on blasting Soulja Boy at all hours of the night to complement their nocturnal lifestyle? Or maybe you simply lived with a straight-up, out-and-out crazy person? Plainly put, do you always win that ridiculous battle among friends over who has the absolute worst roommate story of all time? If this is the case, Curbed wants you.
What better way to fete this day, Halloween, than by asking you, dear readers, to send along your Renter Horror Stories. The rules are simple: we'll collect 'em all and put the best up to a vote on Thursday. The winner of this site will face off against other worthy Renter Horror Stories from our other city sites in a massive poll hosted on our sister site Curbed National on Friday. Then—and here's the big thing—the national winner will claim one glorious month of gloriously free rent funded entirely (and jovially) by Curbed. (Up to $2,500, people—it shouldn't be our problem that some of you choose to pay $10K a month in rent.)
Send your most horrific tales of cohabitation to firstname.lastname@example.org. We'll comb through the entries and post our favorites.