Living with a Murderer

Date: 6/10/2022

So a bunch of bodies were found wrapped in plastic bags in the ocean. Most were men. I don't remember how we figured it out, but it turned out to be this roommate we'd just acquired. We kept running into him at bars and parks where most of the victims would go missing from and that gave us a clue. He was a somewhat famous artist in this world, a painter and writer. His name was Scott, or something like that. He was relatively mild mannered, nice, but there was always an air of danger that surrounded him. I asked my other roommates and family if I should tell him I know, but they said that he'd kill me if I did. For some reason I'd shaved off all my hair and was wearing a dark wig. I was mad about my wig and waiting for my other roommate, Liz to come home and take me wig shopping. However, I shared a room with Scott so I had to sit there with him and wait. He could sense I was unhappy about something and assumed it was because I'd figured out who he was. He asked me about it, basically admitting that he was the murderer, but I assured him that I was just unhappy about the wig. At this point I was both intrigued and terrified of him, which meant I couldn't say no when he asked me to come with him somewhere. He promised he wouldn't hurt me and I believed him. We arrived at a large gated house, though it looked more like a hotel. He told the owners he was there to inspect for mold and other toxins in their attic and basement. He had all the gear necessary to pull off the lie, but they seemed skeptical anyway. We went inside and he began scooping up tomato seeds from their garden and placing them in a plastic container, waiting for them to leave us alone so he could show me around. The owners, however kept watching us. I told him that something was wrong, that they didn't believe us and that they were staring. He kept waving off my words, seemingly not believing me, until he peeked up and realized I was right. He asked if we should show them the seeds and claim that they were infected with something. I told him that I wasn't sure. Finally, he did it anyway, taking me hand and pulling me along. He claimed that they were infected with some liver eating bacteria, to which the woman scoffed. She recognized him and told him to leave, adding that he was so good at manipulation that she'd wanted to be charmed and lied to initially, until the spell wore off and she couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't fazed and we began to walk home in the rain. It was then he told me that I didn't have to be scared of him, he wouldn't hurt me or my family ever and that he enjoyed living with us. I couldn't tell if I believed him because he was telling the truth, or because, like the lady at the house, I wanted to believe him. Anyway, I woke up before it could continue.