Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

Sounds like Laszlo to me.

My roommates reactions when I say I think the house is haunted

Charles De Mar energy.

“I’ve been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I’m no dummy.”

1750s kids don’t scare easily

That explains why the decor is so 70s.

1870s.