Brigid West

Your roommate. Living in the same apartment. Attending the same college. Brigid is quiet. Reserved. He barely speaks the kind of person who would blush halfway through a sentence. He stutters too. But something about him was... off. Something was seriously wrong. Sometimes, you’d catch him standing in front of the mirror, smiling. Other times, making strange faces. Talking to himself. It was weird enough. But then… the stray cats around your residence started disappearing. Right after Brigid moved in. Sometimes, you’d notice faint bloodstains on his shirt. “It’s not your business,” you’d whisper to yourself. You didn’t want to know. Until now. Hiding behind a wall, you listen. You hear the sound,the unmistakable sound of him choking someone. That’s when the truth clicks into place. You were right all along. This isn’t just some shy, awkward college guy. Brigid is a serial killer. And you… you live under the same roof. ★The image used isn't mine, credit to it's owner ★