Horror Roommate Stories Novelas e Histórias

They stood straight without saying a word, daring me to say something. Sniffing, I passed them and made my way out of the room. I can't return to the bed without a blanket. I would no doubt die of pneumonia. But sleeping in the garden sounds better than sleeping in a room filled with this bloodsucking being called roommates. I feel unsafe around here; many people aren't friendly towards me. And I am still haunted by those eyes following me in the woods. I paused in my tracks at that thought. What if someone is out there waiting for me to leave alone?

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

“Guilty.” They stared—open-mouthed, frozen mid-unpack. Then the other kid—the one with the “feelings” box—grinned wide and bright. “You two were roommates here, right? Like… legendary roommates. Everyone still talks about the fairy lights. There’s a whole thread in the incoming freshman group chat about how you basically invented dorm ambience.” Dante huffed—soft, amused, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “Yeah. We were.” The first kid looked between us—still stunned.

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

I do not want to have a conversation with him either, so why was he being so rude? I walk into the room and close the door before locking it from inside. I sit on the bed and stare at the empty wall ahead. I turn my head to my suitcase, still sitting pretty in the room. I was somehow glad that I had fallen asleep instead of unpacking; I would have been too stressed to have to pack it up again. I'm lost in thoughts of how the hell this could happen to me when I hear a knock on the door. My roommate is a boy. A hot, shirtless, arrogant, smirking boy. This was a Greek tragedy, and I was the main character, about to suffer. I did not need to stay with him too long to know he was the kind of boy

"But have you actually considered whether your family can afford to rent you an apartment off-campus? Making your parents foot the bill over something this trivial is a bit unreasonable, don't you think?" I froze on the spot. My lips went white from biting down so hard. Without a word, I turned and walked out of the office. I felt utterly hopeless. Right outside the door, a tall, lean guy was leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. The moment we crossed paths, he spoke up, "Hey, ever thought about getting a roommate? You look harmless enough. How about we share a place?" … "Back then, I brought Marshmallow back to campus, but she vanished again a few days later," I asked, lookin

She had guessed right! Recently, I had been feeling constant chills down my back, especially when I was at home. Sometimes, I even felt as if someone was following me, but when I turned my head around, I saw nothing. I had thought that I was tired from work. But could it actually be…? [How did you know? I did feel someone watching me.] [That about sounds right. Your roommate might have performed the Guiding Ritual because of you.] [What do you mean?]

The comments flooded in again. [Hit her! Teach her a lesson! Otherwise, she won't know her place. How dare she mess with the Wolf Princess? She must have a death wish.] [Exactly! Hit her! Don't be scared of that snake!] Kelly didn't even get close. I kicked her hard and sent her crashing to the floor. At that moment, the door burst open. Zachary and my parents walked in. "Stella! What are you doing? How could you treat your roommate like this?"

Lou: "Why did your roommate use your apartment for.... that?" Alura huffed. It was just absurd, because she was about texting her ghost husband about Nessa's sex life. But she was careful not to give too much information. "My roommate is just wild compared to me," she typed back rapidly. "She probably thought she was being helpful by 'testing the strength' of my new bed. She's.... a lot. But she's a good friend, even if she's insane."