User blog comment:GarbageFactory/Fuckin' Roommates, Man/@comment-5632489-20150315144116/@comment-24381191-20150315232314

It was late at night when I returned from my grandmother's house. I madde sure to be quiet so I wouldn't wake up my rommate. I opened the door to my room and walked in.

In my sleepy state, the room looked very different from my own. I wondered if I had walked into the wrong room but that was impossible. I walked toward my bed and leaned against it as I was sitting down.

There was someone in the bed.

My heartbeat quickened as panic filled me. Sweat was already forming on my forehead. Who could this be? What was in my room? I was no longer sleepy and was fully alert.

My hand grazed part of it as I was moving and it stirred in bed. Oh, god. What had I done? I almost passed out with fear as it slowly sat up, producing a low grumble.

It looked at me with its lifeless, beady eyes and said "Shaun?"

"Bender?" The being had killed Bender and taken his voice. It sounded almost like the real Bender but I saw through its deception.

"You trying to crawl into bed, amigo?" it asked.

"Ahh. Yeah," I replied, trying not to arouse its suspicion and staying calm.

"You lose your way, bro?"

"Yeah. Sorry dude."

"It's all good, you scared the fuck outta me though, man. I thought it was a rat or something."

"Naw dude. I'm super sorry," I said one last time before leaving the room. That was close, I thought.

Then Bender killed me.

          ~Fin~

By the way, you should feel bad for sleeping on your own bed, children in Africa could've eaten that bed.