My mom’s friend had a small house, and he lived there alone. She began to notice strange things: the soup in the pot was shrinking faster than usual, often lacking eggs in the refrigerator, damp wipes in the basket that she didn’t use, excess dishes in the dishwasher, etc. This lasted for months and she just rejected it all for her forgetfulness. One day she heard some noise on the roof and went to look to see what was going on. She saw there the resemblance of rooms which were separated between themselves by leaflets. A small radio, plate, sleeping bag, pillow, food clothes, etc. She called the cops and told them about her discovery. Police began to monitor the woman’s house. Eventually, they caught a homeless man climbing a tree and trying to penetrate the roof. It turns out he did this almost every day. I waited for her to go to work, climbed up the loft, then went down the stairs and used all the amenities in the house and refused nothing. The most funny thing about this story is that during the long trials they met each other and during the communication this person was very polite and respectful to her. As a result, she did not file charges against him and allowed him to move to himself, helped him get a job. He lived on the roof until he stood on his feet. This is such a terrible shit with the hippie end.