Horror Roommate Stories Novels & Stories

Teighlor hugged me again before leaving me alone in our room. "Alright text me if you need anything. Don't forget I'm getting pizza tonight for our weekly horror movie Friday. " I nodded and continued to stare at the floor. I know she meant well but I just wanted to be alone for awhile. I heard the front door shut and decided to get out of bed and get dressed at least. There were two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and kitchen in our dorm. Our other two roommates shared the second room. They were both really nice but it felt like they weren't here most of the time. I strained to listen to see if I was completely alone but I couldn't hear much over the sound of the air conditioner.

A little while later, she heard some noise from the apartment and thought about checking in to see if her roommates were around. Gaby heard joyful voices inside the main entrance as she approached. She was anxious since this was her first time sharing a home. According to the book, most roommates don’t get along because of their personalities. Gaby took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. As she walked in and closed the door, the three ladies just stared at her without saying a word. She said, “Hello!” timidly. Three ladies inside were screaming, “Oh my God!” Their sudden scream startled her.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

“Yeah, it was a terribly erotic moment. I was still trying to figure out what I liked about guys. So he was the one who made me feel the stuff I only felt with my vibrator.” “That’s wild.” She says while giggling and eating her dinner. “Okay, your turn.” “Well...” “Well?” “I don’t know if I should tell you or not.” “Hey! That’s not fair. I told you mine, you have to tell me yours.” “Alright, fine.” “Umm. My darkest secret would be that I made out with my roommate in college and she was a woman.” “WHAT?!!!” “Okay don’t judge. We just came after partying and we were high on doodies so. We thought it would be a nice wildest fantasy come true.”

I planned to try to transfer for my Sophomore year, but in the meantime, he was in New York, and I was stuck in Athens, Georgia. The distance made him extremely paranoid. It was partly my fault; early on, I told him about some of the raunchier, alcohol-fueled shenanigans of my roommate, a crazy chick named Shanna Williams from California. About how she went to clubs and parties every night, and usually slept with a new guy every week. About how I would wake up at 2AM hearing the creaking springs in Shanna’s bed, and her whispering drunkenly, “Shhhh, you’ll wake up my roommate.” About the weirdness the morning after, when I had some naked stranger in my room. “It was sooo awkward – and I didn

During the first day of the semester, my boyfriend, William Evans, brought my luggage up to my dorm room for me. Out of the four of us who would share a dorm room, I was the last one to arrive. Once I finished unpacking my things, Natasha Tate, whose bed was across from mine, approached me with a stern expression.

Stacey didn't fail to notice the mockery in her eyes as she said it and at that point, she knew Stacey and her supposed roommate, Madison, weren't on good terms. "Have a nice day” Stacey said with a slight smile. “My room's 214. When you probably get used to the school environment, you could say hola” she beamed. “Or not” she shrugged before exiting the room, leaving Aanya with her scary new roommate. She just seemed to be engrossed in the violent music, shaking her head constantly to the beat, at the same time, her body making slight movement, while still on the bed. The fact that she was enjoying the music that Aanya found repulsive, made her wonder what kind of crazy roommate she had ende

This whole thing was a setup, with every step being linked to one another and filled with malice. What were they plotting? If they showed up safe and sound, this would, at most, end up being a prank. I wouldn't be able to explain myself, and my schoolmates and Ms. Watts would see me as a vain and lying freak. But now, my roommates have disappeared. I—a roommate who did not attend the event after booking the tickets and as someone with a history of bad blood with them—had been turned into the prime suspect instantly. I forced myself to calm down. My thoughts raced. I got to my feet slowly, packed up my books, then tottered my way to the dormitory building.

By the time I went to my morning class the next day, the news of the dorm building collapsing had already blown up online. The rumble of excavators could be heard coming from the direction of the rubble. It seemed like the school was already scrambling to get ahead of the situation and contain the fallout. Hardly anyone in the classroom was paying attention to the lecture. Everyone was talking about what had happened the night before. My roommate, Benjamin Stout, who was sitting next to me, wasn't in the mood to study either. He nudged me. "Mark, there's no way I can sit through this lecture. Let me borrow that recorder you usually use to record lectures."

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”