Two or three weeks ago, the wonderful Elsworth Properties informed us that someone was moving into the upstairs private room. shucks. That meant that my shared room really had to become a shared room. Oh well. Don't worry. This post gets better.
Sure enough, a day or two later there was a bag of clothes and two boxes in the room. But...there was no roommate. It stayed like that for a while. I started worrying that he might have been kidnapped by the mafia. No one at his old place missed him, because he'd moved out. None of us missed him because we hadn't met him yet. No one was in a position to report this to the authorities.
Then one day there was a slight change- a new box and some things put away. I started sleeping better at night, but still didn't know the new roommate. There have since been more changes. The door has been open. The door has been closed. The bathroom had an eerily humid feel yesterday, though none of us had showered for hours. It has been a frequent topic during late night house discussions.
Then, this morning I woke up early in the morning for work, and made the first recorded sighting of the man...or myth...whichever he may be. Through a cracked door, I can confirm that he has at least a head, which sticks out of light blue sheets. It's not much, but neither was the patterson film when it first came out.
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So a mysterious head made you have a shared room? That's too bad. Maybe it is bigfoot in there. Or maybe not. Come on dude, meet your roommates!
Awesome. I hope he's not a serial killer himself... watch your back, Tay. Watch your back.
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