"worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(... Instant

Elias, drowning in debt and currently sleeping in his Honda Civic, didn't ask questions. He didn't even mind the taxidermy. He just wanted a door that locked.

Elias looked back at The Captain in the living room. He could have sworn the bear’s paw had moved six inches closer to his bedroom door. "Worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...

"Arthur," Elias started, his voice trembling. "Where did you get those?" Elias, drowning in debt and currently sleeping in

He met Arthur at a dilapidated Victorian on the edge of town. Arthur was thin, wore a moth-eaten cardigan in eighty-degree weather, and smelled faintly of formaldehyde and old library books. Elias looked back at The Captain in the living room

Should Elias for the rest of the "previous tenant," or try to sneak out with his security deposit?

"The room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes never quite meeting Elias’s. "Rules are simple: No guests. No loud music. And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain.'" "The Captain?" Elias asked.

The ad was simple, tucked between a listing for a "vintage" beanbag and a used lawnmower: