I sat in my room, the clock read 11:46. I realized I still hadn’t done my laundry. “Oh well, I’ll just do it now” I thought to myself.

I rounded up all my dirty clothes and went downstairs. My roommate will already be asleep. I walk through the basement in the dark, as not to wake my dog. It seemed eerier than usual, I chalked it up to me being tired. I threw my laundry into the washer and turned around, that’s when I heard a sort of paddling sound, similar to my furnace kicking up, so I thought nothing of it. When I walked past the vent I noticed it wasn’t on, “weird!” I thought. As I was walking across the basement, I heard some shuffling. Thinking it was my roommate getting up to use the bathroom, I shouted “Goodnight”. My heart dropped when in response I heard a deep, grisly voice respond “sleep well”. Fearing for my roommate, I ran to her room. She wasn’t in there, but her sheets were bloody. That’s when I heard it, behind my back the door slammed shut and her lock latched shut.