Her Ghost Showers At Midnight
Language: en
Right before graduation, I ended up getting a new roommate: a senior from the local university. Her name was Hannah. She was gentle, polite, and whenever she saw me in the kitchen, she’d flash this incredibly sweet smile and say, "Hey, Moore." But lately, the dynamic in the apartment had shifted. Deep into the night, the unmistakable sound of the shower running would bleed through the thin drywall. Worse, it was always accompanied by a soft, breathy, and undeniably intimate moaning. It was the kind of sound that made my face burn in the dark. After tossing and turning for nights on end, I…