She Thought I Was the Crazy One

Going into my freshman year, I decided to go with a random roommate because the searching was just too hard– little did I know that this would be the worst decision of my life. I ended up in a triple with two girls who were convinced I was out to get them. One time when I came home late, I unlocked the door and went directly into the bathroom to try and minimize my noise. Next thing I know, I was sitting on the toilet when out of nowhere a taser is pressed up directly against my leg. I then screamed and they backed away saying, “oh sorry, is that you? We thought you were a murderer.” Yes, because a murderer would have a key to unlock the door and would proceed to use pee before killing you. I moved out shortly after.
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