"worst Roommate Ever" Roommate — Wanted - Part 1(...
Elias moved in that night. By midnight, the honeymoon phase ended. It started with a wet, dragging sound in the hallway— thump, slide, thump, slide. When Elias peered through the crack in his door, he saw Arthur dragging a heavy, plastic-wrapped bundle into the bathroom.
The next morning, Elias went to the kitchen for coffee and found his roommate meticulously organizing a collection of human teeth in a velvet-lined egg carton. Elias moved in that night
"The room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes never quite meeting Elias’s. "Rules are simple: No guests. No loud music. And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain.'" "The Captain?" Elias asked. When Elias peered through the crack in his
"Just... refreshing the stuffing!" Arthur chirped, sensing the gaze.
He met Arthur at a dilapidated Victorian on the edge of town. Arthur was thin, wore a moth-eaten cardigan in eighty-degree weather, and smelled faintly of formaldehyde and old library books.
Elias looked back at The Captain in the living room. He could have sworn the bear’s paw had moved six inches closer to his bedroom door.
Elias moved in that night. By midnight, the honeymoon phase ended. It started with a wet, dragging sound in the hallway— thump, slide, thump, slide. When Elias peered through the crack in his door, he saw Arthur dragging a heavy, plastic-wrapped bundle into the bathroom.
Should Elias for the rest of the "previous tenant," or try to sneak out with his security deposit?
The next morning, Elias went to the kitchen for coffee and found his roommate meticulously organizing a collection of human teeth in a velvet-lined egg carton.
"The room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes never quite meeting Elias’s. "Rules are simple: No guests. No loud music. And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain.'" "The Captain?" Elias asked.
"Just... refreshing the stuffing!" Arthur chirped, sensing the gaze.
He met Arthur at a dilapidated Victorian on the edge of town. Arthur was thin, wore a moth-eaten cardigan in eighty-degree weather, and smelled faintly of formaldehyde and old library books.
Elias looked back at The Captain in the living room. He could have sworn the bear’s paw had moved six inches closer to his bedroom door.
