spooky

Marie was still trying to grapple with the realities that led her to this point when the apartment door swung open. From his online description, Cecil had seemed nice enough, but the idea of living with another dude after spending a whole twenty years with two older brothers was just a continuation of a never-ending nightmare. “Hey,” she said, as she hesitantly clicked her way into the room, eyes narrowed as they took in every corner of the space. “I think I’m good, thanks.“ This was a lie. The bags in her hands had her shoulders feeling like they were going to pop from their sockets. “Is this my room?“ She gestured to the door with her chin, before leveling her gaze on Cecil.

Almost immediately, a sense of dread was beginning to set in as she slowly stepped inside, clearly less than thrilled. “That is actually my room,” He said, loud music still blaring from his computer on the other side of the door. Cecil gritted his teeth apologetically as he pointed to the other door. “Yours is gonna be over here. There’s a little less space in it, but it’s closer to the bathroom and the AC unit,” He said, opening the door to reveal an extremely sub-par space. “And the bathroom is right here. The kitchen’s around that weird wall thing. There’s a dishwasher. It’s awesome.”