Resident Psycho I:
I think this guy moved out a month after I moved in, so I don't remember what he looks like. But I've heard quite a few stories about this guy. And I remember clearly, one thing he did. I noticed lots of binder sheets on our hallway walls - all of them had "Everyone must be quiet after 12AM - some people sleep here you know!!" scribled in black pen.
Theo, an American who lived just below him, told me that this guy would knock on the floor (I guess with a wooden pole?) as a signal to keep the stereo down. The louder Theo's stereo was, the louder RPI would knock on the floor. (An incident happened when Theo and RPI got into a full-fledged argument over noise control).

But the one of the craziest things RPI had done while at Samurai happened one windy night.
The backdoor wasn't fully shut, so the wind kept on closing/opening it throughout the night. It was about 3AM - everyone in the House was asleep, except for RPI. Mr. Noise Control was so angry that he ran down the stairs screaming, "WHOEVER KEEPS SLAMMING THAT DOOR...I'M GONNA KICK HIS ASS!!". This woke up - and pissed off - a few residents who were sleeping downstairs.

Resident Psycho II

The above sketch is a rough image of Bruce, the 40-something-year-old American who lived at Samurai while I was there. No one really knows what he did for a living, but it must've been a cool job because he was always at the House. He would walk around in (only) draw-string shorts. He had an unkept beard, a pot belly that was very noticable, and a mean stare. During the day he would go into the kitchen. (where most of us were) and bitterly complain about everything. Even worse, he brought prostitutes to his room every night, and some of us had the "joy" of listening to his apelike shreiks. "Tell me you love me! ...Bark for me!"

...How's that for passionate love making?

I actually saw one of his prostitutes leaving the House one morning. I got up to get ready for work, and I saw an 18? 19? year-old running down the stairs with her Louis Vutton bag (gee, I wonder how she got that?). Amused by the situation, I asked her in Japanese who she was, and if she's someone's friend. She gave me a dirty look, and ignored me. heh heh. :p

Bruce was eventually kicked out of Samurai House, with the help of a petition that was signed by the other residents. Luckily, after he left, he didn't come back and bomb the place, or throw Molotov cocktails....after all, he was a pretty mad man.

Phantom Shitter

Every now and then at the House, I heard something about the Phantom Shitter. Cameron would knock on my door in the morning and announce, "The Phantom Shitter struck again." "Phantom Shitter?" I replied. "Yeah," Cameron said, "I saw shit all over the stall - in places I didn't think anyone could take a shit....it was the sickest thing I've ever seen."

My recounts of the story tell me that this has only occurred on the first floor. Although I've also heard other Samurai toilet horror stories, this one takes the cake.

Who was the Phantom Shitter? Well, to this day, it's still a mystery.