Horror Roommate Stories Novelas e Histórias

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

You live with your five friends, in the college apartment. Where you enjoy each other's company. Plus all five, like you secretly. Jeke is very romantic and stubborn with you. Lucas is playful and in love with you. Nicolas is serious and possessive of you. Henri is obsessed and jealous and Levi is shy and affectionate. You are in the living room of the apartment watching a movie, when you heard the sounds of footsteps in the door, which indicated that the boys had arrived.

I lay back on my bed and switched off the bedside lamp, my eyes scanning the darkness as my thoughts ran wary. Lisa woke me up again, loud pop music blasting through the room from her Bluetooth speaker. “Is it a crime to have a roommate?” I asked, tuning down the volume. “What’s up, Mrs. Aldwin?” she asked, giving me a funny look. I buried my face in my hands, laughing hard at her joke. She laughed too. “So you have an appointment with ‘Danees’? That’s some next-level Ish.” “Remind me again,” I said, buzzing with excitement.

She was still in college back then. Her roommate in the bunk below had suddenly snapped, lunging forward and biting straight into the neck of another girl who had come to check on her. June still remembered it like it had just happened. Her roommate had lifted her blood-soaked face, jaws stretched wide, chunks of half-chewed flesh still clinging between her teeth. Strips of meat dangled as she stared straight at June, a wet, horrifying sound coming from her throat. Over the past four years, the world had been overrun with zombies. Everywhere you looked, people were panicking, barely holding it together.

I see you next to each other, cuddling on your bed every time I go to the bathroom in the early morning. Roommate 2: Yeah! How do you sneak your girlfriend into the room without being seen by the monitors, huh? And she really holds onto you like she's afraid to lose you or something… Roommate 4: WHAT BABE? F**K YOU, DON’T GIVE ME THAT! I DON’T BRING ANY LADIES INTO THIS ROOM AND I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! The three roommates were shocked. One of them even screamed in fright. Roommate 3: F**K YOU TOO! WHO’S THAT BESIDE YOU, EMBRACING YOU SINCE EARLIER WHEN WE STARTED DRINKING?!

"You should've seen your face! It was epic! Hahaha!" "You fucking weirdo!" Before he could recover from his laughter, I gave him some punch on the face and hit him more with the books on my table. He's the worst roommate ever.

“My story is about the room where I lived alone for the first time… Hostel Room No. 11.” She took a deep breath. “At first, everything was normal. But on the third day, I began to feel that someone was inside my room. The door would shut… then open by itself. At night, whenever I lay down to sleep, I could always see someone in the window glass — standing right behind me.” Some students blinked, afraid to look away. Neha’s voice lowered. “I thought it was just my imagination. But every night, at the exact same time — 2:33 a.m. —

As I stepped into our apartment after the delightful date with Katy, a sense of calmness enveloped me. The evening had gone well, and I couldn't help but feel a growing connection with her. But a chilling scream pierced through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The sound was unmistakably Haze's voice, filled with terror and anguish. Without a second thought, I dropped everything and rushed toward her room, my heart pounding with concern. Reaching their room, my worries intensified as I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, my worry growing with each passing second. It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed o

Max would go to work and make lovely meals for strangers, whereas Grace would sit at her laptop, trying to capture the precise moment when two people stop to be individuals and become a pair. But tonight, they were simply Max and Grace, huddled together on their sofa in their apartment, disputing about what to watch on N*****x and expecting a future that felt both thrilling and inevitable. The unforeseen roommate arrangement has become the most anticipated event in each of their lives. And they were right where they belonged.

Blackmailing our roommate to get my GF to have threesome. Enjoy reading.. ****************** I walked into the apartment and heard unmistakable sex noises coming from the room of our roommate, Leah. There was loud moaning and grunting, and the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. OK, I should start from the beginning. Early in my relationship with my girlfriend, Lauren, we had a two-bedroom apartment downtown. The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live.