[ WP ] You form a pact with the monster in your closet to work together in order to get rid of your terrible roommate .

“ Enough! ” I yelled as I turned my back on Jasmine and walked into the kitchen. “ I am NOT getting rid of my dog, just because you want to get a puppy. I told you when you moved in that there is only one dog allowed on the lease, and I've had Jones for 6 years. ” 
 
 Sensing my agitation, Jones trotted to my side and joined me as I leaned against the counter to stare incredulously at Jasmine. I swear, this dog was smarter than she was; although that is n't setting the standard very high. 
 
 “ I do n't care how long you've had your dog, ” Jasmine whined from the couch “ My daddy said he would buy me a malti-poo, and I've wanted one for, like, ever. Besides, Jones is stinky and old. ” 
 
 Jones sighed at this and flopped to the ground, resting his head on his large paws. I had found Jones while I was living in my last apartment. He looked like a great dane, but there was something special about him. If you looked into his eyes, you would see intelligence beyond that of a dog. 
 
 I gave up on the argument, and went to my room. As I shut the door, I could hear Jasmine turn the TV on. Heaven forbid she missed the latest Kardashian drama. I should've realized that renting a room to Jasmine was a very bad idea the moment I met her. I could see that she was spoiled rotten, and had never worked for anything in her life. Her father still paid her an allowance at the age of twenty three. I had been desperate for a roommate though, as I had just moved to the city, and was working for minimum wage in the deli below my apartment. Now that I had a more lucrative job, I could afford this place without the hassle of a roommate, but I had made Jasmine sign a contract stating she would live here until my lease was up six months from now. It was going to be a long six months. 
 
 The argument about Jones was n't the only issue Jasmine and I had. She rotated arguments every hour or so. The most common arguments were about the dishes she piled up on the end table every day while watching TV ( she was used to the maid following her around ), and the size of her bedroom closet ( she had too many clothes, and thought that I should give up the master bedroom with the bigger closet ). Of course there were many others, but you get the picture. 
 
 I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Jones laid his meaty head on my chest and wagged his tail sullenly. 
 
 “ So what do you think Jones? Can we scare her off now? ” 
 
 Jones yawned and stretched, showing his large canines. Suddenly there was a bright flash, a sound like bones grinding on each other, and then Jones was once again standing in front of me; this time in his true form. He swung his shoulders and pulled his knees to his chest, stretching, before responding in his rasping voice, “ I'm surprised we've waited this long. ” 
 
 See, Jones really was n't any ordinary dog. Remember the first apartment I told you about? Well, I did find Jones there; he was the monster that lived in that closet. When I found him, he was lethargic and depressed. The people that had lived there before had moved out six months earlier, and he had been alone since then. The only way a monster can leave their assigned closet is if they are invited out, or if the home is destroyed, otherwise they must remain until someone else moves in. 
 
 When I first saw Jones, I was startled, but somehow I knew he would n't hurt me. He became my first, and only, friend in this strange new city. When I moved out, I invited Jones to come with me, and he's been around ever since. He took up the pretense of being my dog when I needed a roommate so that he would n't be confined to my bedroom. He uses that disguise to join me at work, where he is the unofficial mascot of the office, and my parents call him “ The best dog in New York. ” when they come to visit. I'm the only one who knows what he truly is. 
 
 “ So, ” rasped Jones, breaking me from my daydreaming, “ What are we going with? The monster in the closet ate you, and is thirsting for a skinny blonde next? ” 
 
 I smiled, “ I think that'll do. I'll go get the fake blood. ” 

