Possessed
I’m actually the subject of this one. My roommate freshmen year of college was pretty nervous about his soon-to-be new dormitory living situation. You know, moving in with a complete stranger, it makes sense.
What didn’t help this fact, though, was that he had been hearing way too many dorm-room horror stories of crazy, nasty, or downright terrifying roommates. One of the stories in particular was of a friend of his that had woken up in the middle of the night to his quiet, reserved, brooding roommate standing over him with a knife.
Enters me: not particularly tall or threatening, talkative, pretty average dude. I have no idea that my new roommate of one day is pretty nervous about living with me. One not so average thing about me, though, is that I sleep talk and move.
Well, not so much talk all the time, more like make sleep noises, whistle, sing, all sorts of stuff. I had neglected to tell him this because it hadn’t occurred to me to mention it.
Apparently, during our first night, after I had been asleep for about an hour, as my roommate was still awake, laying in bed and playing on his phone, I did something.
I sat forward in bed, slowly rotated my head in his direction, and just shrieked my lungs out for a few seconds, then flopped back down and was silent. Story credit: Reddit / figgy_puddin