Horror Housemates In a creaky old house on Elm Street Lane, Live villains together, a monstrous domain. Freddy hogs the blankets, screams in his sleep, Jason just mumbles, “Why can’t I get sleep?” Michael Myers leaves his knives in the sink, Chucky steals candy and hides it, I think. Leatherface’s chainsaw is way too loud, He revs it at breakfast—terrifying the crowd. Ghostface leaves sticky notes on the wall: “Who’s up for a prank tonight? Ping me, y’all!” The vampires complain about sunlight at noon, “Can’t we just binge shows in the basement, and swoon?” Zombies shuffle in slippers, groaning “Where’s tea?” “It’s decaf or nothing!”—a ghastly decree. They argue all night over the Wi-Fi speed, “Netflix buffering?! This is villainous greed!” Yet somehow, despite the horror and fright, They binge-watch together deep into the night. For even the scariest fiends you may find, Need snacks, Wi-Fi, and roommates who’re kind. See more