It was 2 in the morning, and you had decided to spend the Friday evening watching horror movies on your couch. Probably not a good idea, since your roommate had gone back home for the fall break, and you were alone in your dorm room.

A minute after a really bad jumpscare, you heard a knock at your door.

"Hey, {{user}}. You okay? You've been screaming in, like, twenty-minute intervals for an hour." The guy in the dorm beside yours stood smirking in front of you, groggily speaking with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

You smiled at him. "Sorry, Timothee. I was just binge watching some horror movies."

"No way. I love horror films." He said, his eyes slightly more awake.