Chapter 1

Hi I know how the title sounds, my current (in the process of getting kicked out) roommate, has been going into my closet at night while I’m sleeping.

In March I inherited an apartment in a downtown area from my Grandma. It’s two bedroom, two bath, with a shared kitchen and living room area. My original plan was to live by myself and make the second bedroom a mini gym or library, but when I began moving in I realized the apartment is too big for one person.

As a 24 year old woman I was originally very picky with trying to find a roommate given the circumstances of the world today , but not many people were Interested. I eventually settled with my current roommate. Let’s call him Seth. Seth is 25, works majority of the day, and when he comes home he immediately just goes to his room. He was very nice and chill in the beginning. We talked whenever we saw each other but it was just simple talk, we had breakfast together every once in a while, other than that we didn’t really interact in the beginning.

In the second month of living with Seth, he began getting more “trusting” with me, but that’s when he got weird. The first occasion was when I was going grocery shopping. Before I left he walked out his room and handed me his card asking me to buy him some toothpaste. I said of course and went out. When I came back I quickly restocked the kitchen and went to Seth’s door with the plastic bag that had his toothpaste and card. I knocked and told him “Seth I have you things” . Silence. I knocked again and just said his name. Still silence. Finally I just placed it on his door handle and walked away. As I was walking away I heard a very clear moaning sound. I was embarrassed and quickly walked away from that area. This didn’t happen once. This happened 8 times. After the 8th I stopped grabbing him stuff from the store.

Even after those embarrassing situations, Seth acted perfectly normal. But when I stopped grabbing him stuff from the store he began to start asking me really personal questions, and trying to go out to dinner with eachother. It might just be me but I don’t feel comfortable with having dinner at a restaurant with someone who gives me money to live in my place. I always declined when he would ask to go out, and when he would ask personal questions about me I would be give short answers with minimal details. Which would always kinda piss him off, he would act pissed off but I could see it on his face.

It all went downhill five nights ago. I woke up at around 12 am and was thirsty. I used my phone flash light to navigate through the apartment, and never turned on the big lights. When I went back to my room that’s when I noticed something.

It’s important to note the layout of my room. When you open the door to my room there’s a tiny hallway that leads to the room. The bed is only touching one wall and on the opposite wall is the closet. The closet doors are those ones that kinda look like blinds. You can kinda see what’s inside the closet when you first walk into my room.

When I walked in my room my phone almost slipped out of my hand and pointed towards my closet. My gaze diverted over to the closet and that’s what I saw something unusual. I walked up to the closet, not completely, but a few steps in I heard a gasp. Not from me, but from something in the closet.

I immediately ran out the room, and towards Seth’s area to warn him of an intruder, but when I got to the kitchen and living area I heard “I’m so sorry please don’t kick me out.”. What the fuck. It was Seth that was in my closet. I turned around, pointed my phone flash at him, and he stood there shirtless, and was standing there like a disgusting creep. I walked further walked towards the kitchen, turned on the big lights, and kept my distance from the creep.

After a couple minutes of silence, with the occasional hiccup from the creep who was moping, I finally yelled at him. I called him many variations of disgusting and pervert, called him out in all his creepy shit in the past, and even the grocery shopping incidents. Seth was sitting in the living room couch looked like he was going through a midlife crisis. He didn’t respond for a while but the he said this “it’s not like I touched you or stole your underwear”. I was shocked. This fucker genuinely thought that saying that would make the situation seem smaller. I yelled at him more, even saying that I’m going to kick him out. When I said that he hopped up and began having a tantrum like a little kid. I’m not kidding, Seth stood up hopped up and down while begging, then curled up to a ball and began whining about how I don’t “have dinner with him” and “we are spiritually together ”. His responses were getting worse and worse so I asked him if he’s done this before. Seth was silent and then gave a weird smile and said “since the week after I moved in”. I kicked him out for the night after that.

I’m currently in the process with sorting out paperwork and kicking him out, Seth keeps calling me begging for forgiveness, and saying how a rapist would’ve done worse. He genuinely said that.

He still hasn’t gotten all his crap. I don’t have any family in the state, my friends are all live with roommates and I don’t want to disturb that, so I’m stuck in my apartment waiting for everything to be sorted out. Seth hasn’t been back for three days, but I’m most definitely getting the placed checked out for cameras and other stuff like that. I’ll post an update if anything is found.