Many first-years dread knowing they will likely have to share their space with a stranger, trembling at the idea of unmade beds, overflowing garbage, and guests filtering in and out. For every miracle roommate who keeps their side as clean as an IKEA showroom, there’s the roommate whose toenail clippings always seem to end up on your bed.
Woodsworth College freshman Diana Rollins suspects a situation far worse: her roommate is secretly Nosferatu, the star of the silent 1922 German expressionist vampire film. “You guys are my last chance at help,” Rollins told our correspondent in fear. “I’ve talked to my don, the admin, but no one believes me! I had garlic last night in my dinner, and they shrieked when I walked into the room, for god's sake. They keep hissing at me when I turn the big light on and will only let me use candles for light, and I’m sick of getting wax stains on my problem set sheets.”
“I mean, come on! Bald, pointy ears, literally in black-and-white, it’s fucking Nosferatu!” Rollins yelled, and muttered something indiscernible about buying holy water to spray in their room later.
Rollins’ friend, Holly Ring, also commented, saying, “Yeah, I mean they’re a pretty weird dude but like, I wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s a vampire. Seems a bit dramatic to me.”
The Boundary does not support discrimination based on appearance and does not condone Rollins’ hurtful remarks.
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