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"worst Roommate — Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...

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.

The ad was simple, tucked between a listing for a "vintage" beanbag and a used lawnmower:

"The room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes never quite meeting Elias’s. "Rules are simple: No guests. No loud music. And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain.'" "The Captain?" Elias asked. "Worst Roommate Ever" Roommate Wanted - Part 1(...

Arthur pointed to the corner of the living room. A six-foot-tall grizzly bear stood on its hind legs, its glass eyes gleaming with an unnerving, lifelike malice. It was wearing a tiny sailor’s hat. "He’s sensitive," Arthur added.

The next morning, Elias went to the kitchen for coffee and found his roommate meticulously organizing a collection of human teeth in a velvet-lined egg carton. Elias moved in that night

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, 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. When Elias peered through the crack in his

Should Elias for the rest of the "previous tenant," or try to sneak out with his security deposit?

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.

The ad was simple, tucked between a listing for a "vintage" beanbag and a used lawnmower:

"The room is upstairs," Arthur whispered, his eyes never quite meeting Elias’s. "Rules are simple: No guests. No loud music. And never, under any circumstances, touch 'The Captain.'" "The Captain?" Elias asked.

Arthur pointed to the corner of the living room. A six-foot-tall grizzly bear stood on its hind legs, its glass eyes gleaming with an unnerving, lifelike malice. It was wearing a tiny sailor’s hat. "He’s sensitive," Arthur added.

The next morning, Elias went to the kitchen for coffee and found his roommate meticulously organizing a collection of human teeth in a velvet-lined egg carton.

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, 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.

Should Elias for the rest of the "previous tenant," or try to sneak out with his security deposit?