"Arthur," Elias started, his voice trembling. "Where did you get those?"
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. "Worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...
Elias, drowning in debt and currently sleeping in his Honda Civic, didn't ask questions. He didn't even mind the taxidermy. He just wanted a door that locked. "Arthur," Elias started, his voice trembling
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. Elias, drowning in debt and currently sleeping in
Arthur finally looked him in the eye. A slow, jagged grin spread across his face. "The previous tenant left them. He didn’t need them where he was going."
Elias moved in that night. By midnight, the honeymoon phase ended. It started with a wet, dragging sound in the hallway— thump, slide, thump, slide. When Elias peered through the crack in his door, he saw Arthur dragging a heavy, plastic-wrapped bundle into the bathroom.