I Lived With a Serial Killer for 10 Years and Didn’t Know it
Recounting the scariest part of my childhood
He preferred to be called T. He’d get immediately soured if you referred to him by anything else. But we all loved him nonetheless.
T loved listening to 90s grunge music, binge eating on Friday nights, and having long conversations with friends who didn’t always listen to what he’d have to say. His friends called him a ‘chill cat’ and loved partying with him.
But some people ignored him on the regular, much to T’s disappointed chagrin. He still loved them nonetheless.
Roommates With a Serial Killer
T was just one of my many roommates while I was flexing out my angsty teenage years. Our house always had these interesting fellows. They’d come and go. Some would move in or out depending on the time of year or season.
You’d be forgiven for thinking my parents let these strangers stay with us for money, but I don’t think that was possible. A few years later I went on to train in the exciting field of accounting — and I did the math.
These roommates, in reality, were very likely costing my parents financially rather than rewarding them.
