Journal, Diary, & Blogging / The Serial Keeps On Comin'

So, I think my roommate might fit the profile of a serial killer, which is great news since I can’t afford to move right away.

I moved into the place about a year and a half ago. I was sharing a place with a friends brother and the lease was up, so I decided to move to a loft share where I would have more space and be able, perhaps to set-up a small editing studio in my space. My dog would have more room and there were two cats that could keep him company. I was really buzy with work so I wanted to find a place quick.

The roommate seemed a bit weird, but really isn’t everyone? “I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself,” I thought. Little did I know that the freak show of a company that I work for would start a rapid slide down-hill and I wouldn’t be able to save much beyond paying my rent.

That’s the reason I didn’t move last year.

My Slovakian girlfriend warned me upon meeting him, after I had already moved-in that, “Your roommate is weird. You should be careful he doesn’t try to come in to your bed.”

“Ridiculous,” thought I. She was awefully cynical and dour, which is why I had to break it off with her.

A month later her prediction came to pass.

I’m sitting awake in my bed in February. My door was opened to allow heat to come in from the heater in the living room.

I heard some activity on the stairs leading up to the platform where my matress lies.

I figured it was probably just the cats.

Suddenly I felt a heavy weight on my feet and lower legs. Looking toward the foot of my bed I saw my roommate shirtless and in a fetal position facing away from me.

Naturally I kicked him in the back and asked “What the fuck are you doing in my room,” to which he replied “Sorry. I fell down. Ha, ha made you laugh.” Then he scapered down the stairs and out the door.

I sat around for about a half-hour thinking about how fucked up the event was and then decided to go walk the dog and clear my head.

One would think if the guy was drunk or something he would be asleep an hour later when I returned. Instead upon entering the apartment I hear him call “Hi guys,” from his perch above the kitchen.

“Okay we’re out of here,” I decided. “Time to look for a new place.” So I left notice that I was leaving with my rent check.

Two days later I came home to find a greeting card taped to my door with a three page note of apology from my roommate for “creeping me out”. The note was creeping me out as I read it.

Being an idiot, I took his apology at face value since I really didn’t want to go through the hassle of moving again.

I decided to keep my door locked and stay on.

(Next explaining why he fits the profile of a serial killer if I’m alive to tell the tale. Stay tuned.)

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