Chapter 1: The Dorm That Wasn't Ours

The college suddenly turned the girls’ dorm into a guys’ dorm and made us move in.

At first, we figured it was just some weird housing mix-up—maybe a shortage or some admin screw-up. But as we hauled our boxes through the bright, freshly painted halls, something felt off. The place was spotless, almost sparkling, but it was the kind of clean that tried too hard, like it was hiding something. Ever walk into a place that looks perfect but just feels...empty? That was this dorm.

We all had buzz cuts, so why were we finding long, dark hair everywhere? It wasn’t just a stray strand—sometimes there were whole clumps wrapped around chair legs or drifting across the hardwood like tumbleweeds. You’d just stop, broom in hand, staring at your roommates, waiting for someone to explain. But nobody could.

And why did the roommate who was always bumming cigarettes suddenly start sucking on lollipops instead? The first time I caught him with one, I figured he was just trying to quit, but the way he’d roll the candy around in his mouth, staring out the window, creeped me out way more than the smoking ever did. It was almost creepy, like he’d picked up someone else’s habit.

Supposedly, they thought having guys there would, I don’t know, keep whatever was going on in check? Sounded like total nonsense.

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After we moved into the new dorm, I took a picture of the pink wallpaper left by the seniors and posted it on the campus subreddit.

The wallpaper was this faded blush color, with little white daisies. It looked totally out of place with our duffel bags and sneakers tossed everywhere.

I captioned it, “Guess who’s living in Angel House now,” and waited for the chaos to start.