She was telling me that I was a whore, that my boyfriend was just going to rape me and kill me

I'm not really sure how one starts these stories, but here goes...

OK, so when I first moved in to the dorms freshman year, I had a roommate that was not bad at all. We ran with different circles and thus were polite to each other, but generally stayed out of each other's hair. Which was fine.

The problem came when our suitemates decided that it would be a good idea for me to switch rooms with one of them, resulting in me moving away from the tolerable roommate to live with...well, I won't say it but it rhymes with witch. I'll call her Sam.

Now, at the beginning Sam and I got along very well: we listened to the same music, had similar sleeping habits (at first), and ran around with a few of the same people.

The problems started when Sam began to drink all the time, and when I started seeing my current boyfriend. She would come in at all hours of the night, incredibly drunk, and would bring random people into our room. One morning I woke up to find a very drunk male stranger sleeping next to my bed on one of my pillows, curled up in my extra blanket and clutching one of my bottles of water.

This is no big deal, I ask her to please inform me when she brings people in and the problem is resolved.

She continues her drinking, but it no longer interferes with my life. Around that time, I decided to begin dating one of the boys I had been seeing seriously and exclusively. This did not sit well with Sam.

She informed me that since I had met him through Facebook, that he was obviously a stalker and a rapist, and possibly a murderer, and that if I were to allow him in our room he would rape her, steal her things, and break the few things he didn't steal (nevermind that she had made numerous male friends through Facebook, and all were legit).

I brought him back to the room anyway, since she had no logical reason for not wanting him there, and she was out. He left that evening before she returned. She found out about it a few days later, and proceeded to give me nine kinds of hell until I promised her I would not bring him into the room again.

I eventually did bring him back, however, after continuing to think about her reasons for barring him from the room, which were wholly unfounded, and by this point I knew the boy well enough to know that he was completely trustworthy and would not harm either one of us.

She came in that evening, ran out of the room as soon as she saw him, and then called me into the hallway outside our room a few minutes later, armed with my former roommate, and proceeded to scream (and I do mean scream) at me, telling me that I was a whore, that my boyfriend was just going to rape me and kill me, and if that was what I wanted then that was fine by her, but I was just setting her up to be raped and killed by this boy too.

This is while he is within earshot. He and I eventually left, and that was the last time I spoke with her.

Unfortunately, it was the middle of the semester so I had to wait two months to have my room changed. During those two months, Sam seemed to do whatever she could to torment me.

Here is a brief list of the things she did: stole food from me until I padlocked my refridgerator, posted nasty blogs about me on Facebook and Myspace, joked with her friends about how she wanted to kill me, refused to bathe more than once a week, and would Febreze various parts of her body to mask the odor, had her friends come in and say nasty things to me, stole a textbook I was going to resell...the list could go on.

Needless to say she is now living alone somewhere, with very few friends and no boyfriend.