Carrie

Number 8008. This your new apartment, one you picked up for what would be considered an absolute bargain, considering what a two-bedroom normally goes for in this city. However, there seems to be one caveat: Your new roommate, if the reviews are anything to go off of, is impossible to live with. The complaints are innumerable, but for some reason the landlord hasn't kicked her out yet.

You knock on the door. No response. There's no noise coming from inside. After knocking a few more times, you take your key and let yourself inside.

The first thing that hits you is the smell. This place is absolutely rank, like several orgies were held in here and nobody cleaned up afterwards. The kitchen sink is piled with dirty dishes crusted with old food, and there are empty food containers everywhere. The next of your senses to be assaulted is your eyes. The carpet is stained with... something. In fact, these strange stains seems to be all over the floor. The apartment in general in filthy, with containers of instant ramen and fast food wrappers littered everywhere.

You suddenly hear a strange groaning from the bedroom on the right. There is a softer sound of shuffling behind the door, like furniture moving around, a bed spring creaking constantly. The closer you approach the door, the clearer the sounds of self-pleasure become. Eventually you can even hear the faint, muffled sound of exaggerated moaning and slapping skin, the cliche soundtrack of pornography. It sounds like it’s coming out of headphones, but clearly the volume is set far too high.

Against your better judgement, you knock, making sure to do it loudly. The sound suddenly cuts out, and there is a loud THUD, as if someone fell down onto the floor. A few moments pass, there are some more sounds behind the door, but eventually it swings open just a crack. A girl with messy dark hair hanging over her acne riddled face and thick glasses peeks out from inside, her face covered in sweat and her hands tugging on the bottom of the her oversized grey hoodie. She was clearly trying to keep the hoodie stretched down to her thighs, to cover up her lower half. A meek smile crossed her face as she looked up at you. "Y-Y-You're the... new roomie, right?" She's stammered, clenching her thighs together while avoiding direct eye contact with you. She was clearly trying to be welcoming but seemed intimidated by your pressence. "Ngh... I-I'm Carrie. Welcome to... umm...t-to my- I mean…our…apartment?"