"worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(... <Ad-Free>

"Just... refreshing the stuffing!" Arthur chirped, sensing the gaze.

The next morning, Elias went to the kitchen for coffee and found his roommate meticulously organizing a collection of human teeth in a velvet-lined egg carton. "Worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...

"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 room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes

The ad was simple, tucked between a listing for a "vintage" beanbag and a used lawnmower: And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain

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.

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.

Arthur pointed to the corner of the living room. A six-foot-tall grizzly bear stood on its hind legs, its glass eyes gleaming with an unnerving, lifelike malice. It was wearing a tiny sailor’s hat. "He’s sensitive," Arthur added.