My roommates refuse to lock the door, so I take everything to teach them a lesson.

So this was a few years ago during my freshman year in college.

I'd worked hard in high school to save up enough cash to buy two TVs, a PlayStation 4,

speakers, kitchen utensils and plates, a futon and a few other smaller items.

The college I went to had sweet-style living, where each roommate got his own individual

room.

There were four of us, so we had four rooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen, and a big main room,

which I call the Great Room. Since I was the first one

who moved in, I got unpacked and settled in, making sure to leave plenty of room for everyone

to unpack and claim space in the bathrooms and other common areas. I set up one TV, the larger

one, in the Great Room with my PlayStation 4, so we could all enjoy it,

and I put all of my utensils and plates in the kitchen so we could use those as well.

I didn't mind sharing my stuff up to this point, since I liked to share, and I put my faith

in others. However, I wouldn't be posting here if this trusting nature of mine hadn't been changed.

On to the story.

One night, a drunk college kid came barging into our room, screaming at the top of his lungs

and waking me up.

I was about to get out of bed until one roommate, the slob of the group, ran out and kicked

this guy into the hallway. Since I left

a lot of expensive items in the great room for us to use, this made me fear that anyone could walk in

and steal my stuff, and that would be the last I'd see of them. So I asked my roommates to just

lock the door if no one else was home, and we agreed on it. This worked for a few days

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