My Room is Totally Haunted

It's kind of frightening, but I'm positive my room is haunted. First, I believe I mentioned this at least once before, but earlier in the year we used to hear what we thought was air coming out of the vent in our room. Except it didn't sound like air, it sounded like some dude screaming his head off, like he was being tortured. That happened a few times, but not in a while.

Then, my shower started shaking. At first I thought it was someone who lives in one of the rooms next me dragging something heavy, like a bed, across the floor, causing my shower to shake. But it happens all the time now, and I can't imagine people are moving stuff around that often. So now I've got a screaming room and a shaking shower.

My mom and brother came to visit last weekend, and my mom is crazy, so she cleaned my shower, which was awesome because I didn't have to. I thought she used some weird kind of cleaning supply to leaves red marks in the shower every day, because that's what was happening. They were easy to clean, but odd.

Then yesterday I returned from class and noticed that the plastic cap/cover thing in my shower that covers the light fell off. I thought I could pop it back into ceiling, but the plastic thing that it was connected to was conveniently cracked. How that happened, I don't know. I never touched it. So I'm at my desk a little later and I hear something crash in the bathroom, and now the entire thing has fallen into my shower, and it's basically a light bulb incredibly exposed right above my shower, and I can see a bunch of wires up there too. I also noticed some more red blotches, and figured they had been coming from up there.

I don't know what's going on, but my room screams, my shower shakes and the shower's light bulb bleeds and breaks itself. So this is a bit unsettling. My plan is to head over to the library tonight and use the microfilm to look up any information about murders or odd deaths in this room. The building probably isn't even seven years old, so I don't expect to be there long. Of course, I'll go right before they close, so just as I find something someone will tap me on the shoulder, startling me, but turns out it's just the librarian. She'll be important later in the story, somehow.

Oh, my roommate also transferred after the first semester, and made no mention of it to me. Transferring has to be a multi-week process, I would think, so it wasn't spur of the moment. I never heard him talking to anyone about it, in the room or over the phone. I just got back and he's gone. I got one text from him saying he transferred and that's it. The text also didn't come from the number I had in my phone from him. I still don't have a new roommate, which is just as odd, since I'm in one of the newer buildings, I figured I wouldn't be here alone for long. Maybe the rest of the student body knows how fucking haunted this room is, and don't want to live here.

I can't say for sure what is going to happen. I'm wearing my Ghostbusters shirt today to show them I'm not scared. It's too bad I don't have a piano. They hate that. But who really knows how this will play out. The way I see it, I'm either in the beginning of a horror movie, or towards the middle. Hopefully the middle, because if I'm at the beginning, I'm the guy that's going to die, leaving someone else to learn from my mistakes. But I'm at the middle, a showdown is coming up that I will somehow survive. I guess we'll see. Or you guys will. I might die, unfortunately.