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


 Rob was out, and I was squirming in my bed, not able to fall asleep - as usual before a big day. I had a job interview at 10 o'clock in the morning. I eventually decided to get up and get a cup of coffee. As I was doing that, in the kitchen, I suddenly started hearing a voice inside my head. It called out to me, it told me to turn around. I froze. This was the most terrifying thing I had ever experienced. But I did listen to it and as I turned around I saw a shadow figure standing there, in the dark. Clapping my hands to shed more light on it did n't help. It was still completely dark, you could only make out it's shape, which was creepily humanoid. It did n't talk. It *thought* directly into my head. So, telepathy. It told me my roomate was a serial killer and that he was a demon from the netherworld, here to take his soul, and therefore kill him, as I understood it, and take him back into the dark lands. 
 
 Now this scared me. I immediately thought of the numerous bad things I had done myself in my life, certainly I had n't killed anyone, but still, if hell, or whatever this being purported to come from, was real, then... But, wait. Could it listen to my thoughts? This was maddening. Perhaps I had went mad. I threw a glass of water at it and ran outside. It did n't go after me. Curiously enough, I collapsed and lost my consciousness just as I was trying to leave the premises. 
 
 I woke up back in my room, the dark figure sitting beside me, on my own bed. Now this was really creepy, but so far it had n't been violent with me, so I decided to keep my cool and find out what it wanted. I decided to speak to it. 
 
 `` Can you hear my thoughts?'' 
 
 `` No, human, I can only speak to you this way. Your thoughts are your own.'' 
 
 It *did* speak to me. It spoke to my mind. It did n't make a noise. It spoke to me internally, with a different voice than my own, one I could n't control. Now, I had clearly gone mad, but what was I supposed to do? 
 
 `` Why do you want my roommate? Am I in trouble as well?'' 
 
 `` No. I am here to collect his soul, once he dies. But I ca n't kill him. What I can do is persuade someone else to do it for me. Are you in?'' 
 
 What the heck, why not. 
 
 `` Yes, I'm in. How do I kill my best friend?'' 
 
 `` You wait for him to come home and go to sleep. Then you strangle him in his sleep.'' 
 
 `` Wait. But he's stronger than me.'' 
 
 It was weird to talk out loud to someone who only ever talked in my own mind. But as I did so, I discovered I could ignore it just as well as a normal voice outside of my head. This was n't so bad after all. It took a little concentration, but I could block it out at will. Now, that presented a very different question in itself. How had it infiltrated my mind to begin with if I could block it out so easily after all? And why had I collapsed in our backyard, earlier? For that matter, why did I just accept this shadow figure's proposal? 
 
 I had a bad feeling about this.
