I once applied for a six figure job in a remote area but the catch was that no one would hire you unless you provided them with a physical place of residence, unless cash jobs. There were none around and in fact many people were camping outside in the middle of winter for cash jobs but were continuously kicked by police but were soon camping again.

It so happened that relatives of a friend had a room vacancy and I grabbed it for $2k/mo. Your whole life was about work including paid traveling which took 4 hours/day. This oil town was so rich that prostitutes came from all over and even a NY magazine did a feature on it, their charge was $500/h.

Eventually the couple left to buy their own home for $1.4M (a 25 year old trailer, in bad shape costs $300k, plus utilities and property rental) they suggested a friend of the family whom I will call Freaky. She wasn't sore to the eyes but a bit strange, then again so am I, but I kept it strictly platonic. She at times, used to sleep on the middle of the entrance to her room on the floor, door wide open.

Same couple fixed me-up with another relative and I'll call her Bazookas. I mostly stayed at her place but one night she stayed with me. When Freaky came from work and noticed the other women (well she smelled her), well, she grabbed a big knife and threatened to kill both of us by my room. Bazooka freaked out and Freaky was going ballistic and her eyes, her eyes you know were the size of bloody saucers, I did not think that was possible. I called the cops and it didn't take them long.

Guess what, I was the one interrogated. Anyway, I was moving out in the near future; Freaky was sent to a special house and ordered to stay away until I moved out; kept seeing Bazookas until I was gone. Once the word was out for the vacancy, some people were lining up to pay me for the room.

I asked the couple why they put me in that predicament and they replied they did not know, except that Freaky had become obsessed with me. I sarcastically thanked them for not warning me.

Moral of the story is I was the one assumed as the guilty party but she was given a 'safe house'. Some women can be extremely violent in their own home surroundings (this is confirmed by thousands of worldwide experts). But most importantly, to this day, I still freak out every time I see an Halloween costume with bulging eyes. I kid you not!

Ps the oil boom has died down and the $1.4m house is being sold for $40k. And yes, this is a true story.