1. My refrigerator growls. It's not just the usual mechanical churning noise refrigerators sometimes make; I'm talking about a guttural, animalistic noise that I only seem to hear at night when I'm sitting alone in my poorly-lit living room. The first time I heard it I thought it was one of my roommate's dogs until I realized that neither of them were in the house. This can only mean one of two things: my refrigerator is alive and wants to eat me (like the lawn mower in that Stephen King story in Night Shift ); or there's a monster living in it that is going to jump out and attack me the next time I try to grab my orange juice.
2. My bathroom has one of those above-the-sink mirror cabinets. Okay, I know that doesn't sound scary, but every time I open it, I'm scared I'll see someone standing behind me in the reflection when I close it. I feel like any time I go for my toothpaste or aspirin I'm making myself vulnerable by temporarily limiting my vision.
3. I have a REALLY creepy basement. This is probably the worst part, because the basement is where the washing machine and dryer are so I can't avoid it.Despite being dark (there's only one functioning light at the top of the stairs), dank,spider-infested, and smelly, it isn't exactly secure. We share it with the other tenants, and while we have a door that leads directly from inside our apartment to the basement, the others can get in through a door outside-and it doesn't have a lock. This means ANYONE can get in. Some hobo/serial killer/rapist could be living in a corner down there, and he could easily get into our apartment if Katie or I forget to lock our door; even if we DO lock it, it's easy enough to break; the only thing that keeps it locked is a shaky, sixty-year-old latch.
Dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNNN.
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