For this assignment I was required to write a story about a character that takes place in under one hour. After thinking about it for a while I decided on a story about a serial killer but with a funny edge on it. I hope it entertains you!

 

 

Ghosts of Our Imagination

 

“Roommate wanted for college dorm.” This was the last thing I’ve read before my life became a living hell. My first year at college and I get saddled with my sadistic roommate who I believe to be a serial killer… great. I would transfer to another dorm but unfortunately every other room is full besides “The Armpits Den”- and they don’t call it that for nothing. Looks like I’ll be living with Freddy Krueger for the next year.
One day when I was studying for my history test, Nathaniel was getting on my nerves. “Hey Billy”, he says, “come here for a second”. I reply with, “I’m trying to study for history. What is it?”
“How do you like my new mask?”
I briefly examined the plain white mask and replied “Don’t you have enough of those things already?”
“Yes, but this one’s different!”
“Alright whatever you say. Now go away I’m studying.”
Nathaniel vanished and I continued to study for my test. Man this guy is weird. He’s got about 30 masks in a box under his bed. Who knows what he uses them for or why he collects them. Each one is probably a symbol for a different person he’s killed. He often comes back in the early hours of the morning. His excuse: I was at a party. This guy definitely does not go to parties. The only explanation is that he must be a serial killer.
A few minutes later, Nathaniel started talking again.
“Hey Billy Nightmare on Elm Street is on TV!”
Somewhat frustrated, I reply “I don’t care; I’m trying to study so I can go out and party later tonight.”
“Fine, be that way”, He says, disappearing from sight.
Wow he even watches movies about serial killers. Didn’t know murderers were capable of annoying people to death; maybe that’s how he gets to his victims. I wouldn’t be too surprised if tomorrow the front page of the newspaper read: “Man found dead. Cause of death: Murdered By Sadistic Roommate.”
Again for the third time Nathaniel interrupts. “Billy, which mask do you think I should wear for Halloween?” Infuriated, I respond “Okay that’s it! Shut up! I’ll study later; I’m going out. See you when I get back.” I then snatched the mask from him and stormed out of the room.
As I walk down the hallway I muttered to myself “Man this guy needs to get laid.” As I exited the dorm buildings and walked onto the grass I could hear the sounds of crickets as a cool breeze hit my face. It sure is awfully quiet around here considering its only 2 a.m. Maybe I’ll call up Ted and ask him where the party’s at.
The phone rings and Ted answers, “Billllaaayyy, what’s up?”
Noticing that Ted was obviously drunk I responded “Umm. Hey Ted, you know of any parties tonight?”
“No way man. There aren’t any parties. I am the party!”
Seeing as this was a seemingly hopeless cause I answered “Yeah… never mind I’ll see you tomorrow” and decided to walk towards the fraternities hoping to find something to do over there.
Finally, I knew I had hit the frat houses when I smelt the vile stench of booze and remains of lasts nights’ party all over the ground. Kegs were smashed through windows; heck, people were smashed through windows. Cars were crashed into trees as a result of poor intoxicated driving skills. Heaps of partiers were strewn about couches and in the middle of the street. Those that weren’t passed out were blabbering random nonsense in an attempt to make it back home. Among the scattered piles of alcohol abuse victims emerged Ted.
“Billlayyyyyy!”
Great… Here we go again. “Uhh. Hey Ted.” I responded.
“Hey Billlayy guess how many fingers I’m holding up!”
Before I could respond Ted quickly said “Fiffffffffty!” In a slurred, drunken tone.
“That’s great Ted. Is that the number of beers you had too? Anyway I better get back to my room. Nathaniel is probably getting worried.”
“But I thought your room was a single?” Ted Replied
“Huh?”
Next thing I knew. I was dragging Ted’s dead body into my dorm room. I muttered to myself, “Sheesh, this thing is heavy”, and proceeded to put down the bloodstained pocket knife and the now not-so-white mask on my dresser drawer. I looked down at my blood covered hands and then to the side to see the single twin sized mattress. It was at that very moment that I realized maybe it wasn’t so bad without Nathaniel around. More room for the dead bodies.