Horror Roommate Stories Novels & Stories

Esmelda had mentioned it, but hearing someone who had to actually live with the experience caused another wave of terror to wash over me. She noticed my deathly expression and bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s not that bad. They’re not allowed to hurt us too badly. And most of them aren’t so terrible. Some are just… worse than others.” Her words didn’t bring me the slightest of comfort. A knock came on the door at that moment and Mishka went to get it. No sooner had she opened the door than that girl from earlier, Willa came storming in, nearly knocking my new roommate to the floor.

A psychotic dorm mate. “She’s our roommate, you maniac! You are scaring her!” The river vanished in an instant In its place was a perfectly normal wooden floor, slightly scuffed, with a plush wolfskin rug that led to three separate rooms. Footsteps padded on the wooden floor, then she appeared. Ferna Pecker.

“I’m not really good at making friends. And to be honest, I’m so nervous today because I have to spend at least four years with roommates I don’t know.” “You’re worried that your roommate is a weirdo who likes to collect gruesome things?” I guessed. Her brown eyes widened, and she patted my arm. “You read my mind!” she exclaimed. “I imagined sharing a room with a Satanist who would put goat's horns on the head of her bed and draw devil summoning circles under my bed when I wasn’t in the room.” Inside, I smiled wryly. Maybe Eva would freak out if she found out I was a werewolf. Even so, personality-wise, I was pretty normal.

“Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His voice dropped into a slower rhythm, his words painting the scene in the quiet air between them. “A true life story.” She nodded, attentive with her mind… and body. “Well, I hope you remember Jason, my first ever roommate in College.” He paused. Then continued. “One day, I slept on my bed. On our bed. Since Jason and I shared one. But in my sleep I kept on hearing moaning sounds. Fast-clapping sounds. And even groans. But I was too tired to open my eyes or even turn around.

Mila, the girl with the blue eyes was the first to see me and she burst into laughter, the girls joined in. “She’s already tried to kill you?” she asked. “How do you know?” I sat on an empty spot close to her, choosing to forget our differences and learn more about my roommate. “It's what she does to all her roommates. She almost killed her last roommate but fortunately, the poor thing was discharged early. Rumor has it that she killed her first roommate.” When they saw the terrified look on my face, they all laughed. I hoped it was a joke just to get that reaction from me, but I wasn't so sure.

It doesn’t stop until I finally reach my room floor and I find my actual room before I finally stop and take a moment's rest. Everyone I’ve met since coming here have been nothing but prideful assholes that think they’re all that and now, my biggest fear is being paired up in a room with another weirdo because imagine this; sleeping with one eye open because you’re scared your roommate might just snuff you out in your sleep. I make a silent prayer under my breath, hoping that whoever it is outside my door is someone sane. I take a final deep breath before kicking the door open and walking in. There’s a sudden thud from someone falling over, followed by a groan. Whoever it is might have falle

Uh, Gamma Greyson was such an idiot if he didn't see how backstabbing those two were. It's close to dawn when I hurry to complete my first and only chore for the day. My other two roommates are busy snoring the morning away, having a later shift. I have to ensure that there's liquor ready for when the second half of the celebration starts. As it is right now, the music has also taken slumber, leaving everyone else to do whatever they will. There's a commotion to my far right that I avoid circumspectly like a plague. There are horrifying screams and wails. Laughter and jeers. My heart goes out to whatever poor fellow they had managed to trap. Man or beast.

“Let me teach you a few positions that make it easier to get pregnant. First, you do this, and then…” Annette’s face turned bright red as she listened, her wide eyes glistening with a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. She nodded absentmindedly, clearly overwhelmed. After sharing her “tips,” Rachel told Annette to take a shower, saying she’d help her with makeup once she was back so they could head out for Annette’s debut as a “lucky charm.” While they were busy, I used the downtime to post a question on the university’s online forum: "Urgent! My roommate is selling herself and dragging another roommate into it. What should I do?"

Sighing, I plugged my phone back in and tried to sleep. But only a few minutes later, the sound of the door creaking open startled me. A girl walked in, her bag slung over one shoulder. I guessed this was my roommate, but before I could greet her, she wasn’t alone anymore. Another girl followed her inside, and they were... kissing. Without turning on the lights, they staggered toward her side of the room, lost in their moment. I stayed still, frozen under my blanket, listening to the sounds of them throughout the night.

"Are you O.K.?" My roommate Shanna asks looking concerned after she knocks on my door and sees me sitting in my dorm room alone, crying on Halloween. She is a big girl, about 6 foot and stocky with dyed pitch black hair and wearing heavy black liner. She looks like the type of person you don't want to meet in a dark alley. In reality, she is actually very insecure and unsure of herself. Not at all what you would think.