[ WP ] You are 90 % sure your roommate is not a serial killer .

I walked in the door. It had been a hard day of work, my boss had berated me for spending too much time on Reddit and given me an extra report to write. 
 
 I glanced to my left, Kay was doing dishes. Steam rose from the sink, the sounds of dishes clinking and water spashing made me feel just a touch guily. I never did the dishes. 
 
 `` Hey! How was work?'' she asked, in her always happy voice. She was always full of fun and joy, she could make you smile at your mothers funeral. 
 
 `` Bad.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 I responded with a half hearted grunt and flopped on the couch. 
 
 `` You know, my sister runs an office near here, maybe I could get you a spot?'' 
 
 I responded with a shrug and walked into my room. The lights were off, I liked it that way. 
 
 She knocked politely for a second, entering my room and turning on the light. I hissed like the pale skinned vampire I was. 
 
 `` Everything will be okay.'' she said. 
 
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 After class that day I walked into my office. 
 
 Janice at the front desk stopped me for a second. 
 
 `` I should probably tell you that Dave is n't here today.'' 
 
 Dave, my boss, took a week off every few months, leaving us with a little less work than usual. 
 
 `` Anything he left me to do?'' 
 
 `` Nah, I think he took a sick day or slept in. Funny, he's not answering.'' 
 
 Redditing that's day required little stealth. I clicked around, quietly humming various songs that faded into others. Dave never showed, and Dave never called. Lucky bastard, I'd be fired if I pulled that. 
 
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 When I walked in, Kay was doing dishes. She lifted red stained knives out of a stack and rinsed them off, humming a song that was slightly off key. Red stained the cutting board. 
 
 `` Hey! I'm making beet soup tonight!'' 
 
 `` Always the fun one, I see you have beet juice on the walls! And the ceiling!'' I said, grinning. She grinned wider at this and her eyes twinkled. 
 
 `` Good day at work?'' 
 
 `` You mean good day at Reddit?'' 
 
 `` Yah.'' 
 
 I loved the coppery smell of her beet soup. She made it every few months, it tasted better than any other soup I'd ever tasted. 
 
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 Beet juice stains everything brown if you do n't clean it, so I wiped it up with a bleach covered sponge. Kay taught me that. It comes out of carpets with peroxide. By the time I finished wiping it up ( She cooks, I clean ) the soup was already done, in all its steaming carmine glory. I slurped it, enjoying every second. Her cooking never needed extra salt. 
 
 `` Do you like it?'' she asked, her head tilted slightly. 
 
 `` Why do n't you make this every day?'' 
 
 ``... beet soup takes a lot of work....'' She said, smiling. 
 
 `` Anyway, do you mind putting it away? I have to go drop some stuff off.'' she continued. 
 
 `` Okay, but where?'' 
 
 `` In the fridge!'' she said, and the door clicked behind her. 
 
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 Two weeks later, and Dave had n't showed up to work. He had n't called either, he did n't answer the door. He probably was on his monthly vacation to Florida. I hope he got eaten by a snake. 
 
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 ``... upon further inspection, a tree in his yard was found to have the letters M and K carved into the trunk. Eight other people have disappeared in similar circumstances this year *alone*. This is Seth Rodgers, and --'' the Channel was changed by Kay. She hated the news, boring, she said. But today she wore a proud smile. 
 
 `` Someone looks happy!'' I said 
 
 `` Hmm..? Oh, yeah, I am! Today I got an A on an exam!'' 
 
 `` Great!'' I said. 
 
 She calls herself Kay but it's short for Macairia Knight. MK. And her semester ended yesterday. 
 
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 Today was my day off. Not officially, but my new boss, May, let us off early if our work was done. Today, I had nothing to do, and when I called she just said something like `` less people stealing my coffee''. That was her way of showing love. As I awoke, I heard Kay walking in. I starred at the doorway. She walked in, covered in blood. 
 
 Head-to-toe, crimson. She stared at me, just for a broken second, like a deer in the headlights. Now she was smiling, was it just my imagination? 
 
 `` Today I got a job at the slaughterhouse down the road. I quit.'' she said. She never quits. 
 
 `` Strangely, you're covered in blood.'' 
 
 `` Yes. Soup night?'' 
 
 `` Hell yeah!'' I think I'm conditioned to forget anger at those words. Because I did. 
 
 She washed up, changed clothes. `` Got ta go pick up some ingredients!'' she said. 
 
 When she left for the store, she never came back. 
 
 Police found the letters MK freshly carved into a tree outside. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

