The Roommate From Hell

People Killing 101

I've been stalking Sam for a few months now. Or was it years? I don't know. I lose track of time pretty easily. Anyway, Sam is heading off to college in about a week. And it's finally my chance to get closer to them. And I've got a plan too. I mean, I won't just randomly barge into their life. That didn't go so well last time I tried it. Yeah, not doing that again. Back to the plan.

See, Sam is going to have a roommate once they start college. My idea is to basically just kill their roommate and take his place. I'll just take his name and do all his classes. Only problem is if his family finds out......

Brainwashing.

I'm good at this.

But yeah. I should probably put a little more thought into this. So far, I'm planning on walking up to him and stabbing him. I'll have to ditch the body somewhere. I guess I'll take his phone so I can pretend he's not, you know, dead. I can just text anyone who tries to contact him, right?

Ah, I'll fix that problem when I get to it. Can't be too hard, right?

Hahahahhahah. This is going to be harder than I thought. Here we go!

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So. I started following Sam's future roommate, Luke Castleman, and I managed to corner him in a dark alleyway. And is there really a better place to murder someone? I think not. But now I've got a dead body in a suitcase. I had to cut it up a bit to get it to fit, so there's quite a bit of blood on me. And trust me, getting around when you're kind of covered in blood isn't exactly the easiest thing to do. I'm just going to go find the nearest cemetery and bury parts of the body in random fresh graves.

That actually sounds like a good idea.

Go me!

But yeah. So I'm pushing through the crowd, smearing blood on everyone around me. At every step, the suitcase seems to get heavier. As I keep going, the crowd starts to thin out. Until at last, I'm alone on the empty road. It's the middle of the night and very cold. My muscles feel like they're going to give out before I get where I'm going. And it pains me to know that when I get there, I still have to bury the body. It's only the thought of Sam that actually gets me through it. And hey, I've always found a weird sense of joy in the deaths of others. Especially when it's for my own benefit.

Burying bodies has always been the worst part of murder. It's so annoying. And it always gets really dirty. All the mud and blood. And the blisters you get after it. Urgh. I hate it. But it's a necessity. One I'd prefer to avoid, even though I know I can't. I suppose I could just hire someone to kill people for me. But they would do it wrong. So, I'll just put up with the burial. Because nothing will ever be able to compare to the beauty and brutality of plunging a knife into someone's heart or hearing the snap of their bones between your fingers. The rush I get from ending someone's life is what gives me purpose in my own. The only thing is, I realised that's not the only way to get through this life, however long it may be. And I wanted to see if there was another way to do it. And then I found Sam.