Sounds like Laszlo to me.
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…
My roommates reactions when I say I think the house is haunted
1750s kids don’t scare easily
Charles De Mar energy.
“I’ve been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I’m no dummy.”
“A lot of people go to college for seven years.”
“Yeah, they’re called Doctors.”
That explains why the decor is so 70s.
1870s.
