Horror Roommate Stories Novels & Stories

I take my seat across from the woman who was peering into the desktop in front of her. “So…how have the first few days been for you?” She asked even as she typed vigorously on her computer. “It’s been an absolute nightmare,” I confessed, unable to hide my displeasure. “From my cold roommate who acts like I don’t exist to the unexplainable hate I get from other students, I’m not sure which is worse.” Aunt Gacia stopped, looking up from her computer to give me her full attention. I took that as a signal to continue, so I went ahead to pour out my heart to her.

There's no way I could tell her that we live together. I felt a watchful gaze, felt so cold that it made me shudder. I glanced to the side, behind the door, there was Lucien peeking and glaring at me. I got scared and swallowed hard, he's really crazy. He must have thought that I would tell his grandmother that we were living together. "I'm not that stupid! get over there!" I thought. "Lyra? what's wrong?" "Ah ... no ... no! nothing. We're actually neighbors, yes, we live in the same apartment building and our houses happen to be next to each other, so ..."

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

“That'll be tomorrow's business. Get out of my room. We'll talk later, if you want.” “Does it look like I want to talk to you?” he asked. “I want to take you to bed.” Disgusting. “Do I look like a hoe to you? I don't sleep with strangers.” “I'm your roommate not a stranger,” He smirked and took a step forward. I was really going to kill him but luckily for him, the girl called him from the living room. “Done with my shower,” I heard her say. “Will be back,” Alec breathed into my ear and headed to the door.

I reply, and he blinks cluelessly at me. HE’S NOT?? “What’s wrong with the bed?” I question, and he turns to the king-sized bed. “It’s big enough,” I add, and he turns back to me. “You wouldn’t mind?” He questions, and I sigh as I lean against the door. “Only if you don’t say creepy shit in your sleep. I once had a roommate who did that, and I kid you not, I’m scarred for life!” I reply, and he laughs. “I don’t talk in my sleep.” He replies, and I nod.

Other coworkers did ask if I was alright. Well, was I alright? Soon, night time came, and I was home. Back to the place that didn't feel like home anymore. I'd lost whatever comfort I used to enjoy. Now my home was a house of horror. What bothered me the most was not how alone I now felt without my roommate. Rather, it was about my evil twin. I'd try to tell myself that it had just been a nightmare. But as my eyes glanced past what used to be a house for Sam triple zero eight, the somber thought soon transformed to reality. My roommate had been murdered by my evil twin.

' I told myself. When I pushed open the door to Room 412, the air inside was suffocating. Professor Mann stood in the middle of the room, her face grim. Two school administrators stood nearby, speaking in low, serious voices. The whole dorm felt muted, like someone had hit pause. Outside, the occasional crackle of New Year's fireworks sounded painfully out of place. My bed was neat. Untouched. Across from me, Giselle, Kathryn, and Sarah Freud's beds were exactly as they'd left them.

I immediately fished out my laptop from my cupboard and called Mum on Skype, I knew she would be at home at this time. “Hi Muma, I am finally done settling in, I just wanted to let you know I missed you already”, I could feel a really bright stupid smile on my face as I got up from my bed to show her the room, that if someone entered the house right now, they would think I was about to go crazy, but I didn’t care because my mum was my all. “Hi sweetie, I’m so proud of you baby and I’m sure your dad would be too”, I heard her sniffle a little but in a second, she wiped her eyes and smiled at me then continued “So tell me, how is everything going, how is your roommate, did you tell her how pis

The vodka-punch-mess I’m drinking. Then— “Seth would hate this playlist,” Ramon mutters, scrolling through the queue. “Guy’s got the music taste of a divorced dad going through a crisis.” My body tenses before I can think. Cup halfway to my mouth. Tracey glances at me. “You good?” “Yeah,” I say too quickly. “Just didn’t expect… that name to come up.” “Oh. Right. Roommate situation,” she says casually, then turns to the others. “Alex lives with my cousin.”

Conway his roommate had been a werewolf as had most of those that inhabited Bungalow 13 and then there was the girl from before with the blue hair. {"Was she a fairy or a witch?"} asked Porter to himself as he attempted to make sense of all that had transpired since he left his hometown and traveled all the way to this strange school in the middle of nowhere. {"Bloodsuckers, didn't the coach mention bloodsuckers being here...That wasn't a euphemism it was a fact....there were vampires here too, real live bloodsuckers!"}