I always thought my first experience in a college dorm, would be moving into my own hall. However, when one of my close friends started school in Manhattan for summer term, my very first dorm room encounter was booked with a plane ticket and plans to reunite our squad. My bestie and I settled into the city and embarked on our mission to visit our very own college student. We met up at a local restaurant to meet him and his college friends. We posted all over social media, bragging to our lowly high school followers, we were college girls now, or at least for the moment. After dinner, we all walked towards the dorm and we asked what the communal living was like and listened to exciting stories, hoping to make our very own dorm debut just as exciting.
Our friend started going on and on about his creepy roommate. We had already heard about this mysterious man, and it was said that he seemed to be well over the normal age of a college student. Our friend was so freaked out by his roommate that he avoided his own dorm room as much as possible, so when we did get to the residence hall, we all crowded into another person’s room to hang out. We were having so much fun pretending to be college students and one thing these students wanted, was to have an impromptu karaoke party. How adult, right? We went with our friend to grab a speaker from his room, laughing and chatting up and down the hall, completely forgetting about the ominous man that also inhabited the room we were heading to. Once we got to the room, and saw “Jose” written next to our friend’s name, we were reminded that we could walk in on this guy doing just about anything.
Bracing ourselves, we opened the door and walked into an empty room. Jose wasn’t there. We burst into giggles, talking loudly about different scenarios that had been said about this Jose. Once our friend grabbed his speaker and turned to head out of the door, he gasped. Then we all realized what was about to happen. The light under the bathroom door was on, and the bathroom handle was turning. Jose wasn’t missing after all.
Hot steam fills the small room as the door emerges, clouding the vision of a man, short and stout. As the steam clears we see Jose, fully naked. He notices our shocked stares, and in response states, “Yes, I am Jose.” We said nothing and ran as fast as we could into the hallway, knowing our bond was just made stronger by the terrifying experience.
