I had one! We'll call her Shelby because that was her name. She was one of those people who was extremely nice to your face, but the minute you were gone, she'd talk mad shit about you.

I had overheard her talking about me many times, but one morning I failed to wake up for class because I forgot to set my alarm. Since it was an early class, I guess she assumed I was already gone. So I was laying in bed for an hour listening to her talk to her friend out in the living room about me. Most of it was about how she thought I was a psycho serial killer because I was so quiet and would leave at weird hours and come back at weird hours (I'd always go for long walks whenever I'd feel an anxiety attack coming on).

So after that I started actually acting like I was hiding something and saying really ominous shit. Like, I'd leave my phone out (she was nosy as hell so I knew she'd look) and have my friend text me shit like, "Need a new dumping ground" or whatever.

One night when I knew she'd be up late writing a paper, I came back at like 2 AM with a ton of fake blood on my face and shirt. She stared at me in shock and all I said was, "Just a little papercut" before going to the bathroom to clean up.

She avoided me like the plague after that. Then people in our building started acting really weird around me, which was kind of funny.