My Roommate Is a Ghost

Synopsis

The rent for this place was only 300 a month. The agent said it was haunted, over a dozen tenants had tried, and not one made it through the night. I laughed. I was not scared of being broke, so why would I be scared of a ghost? The first night, I declared to the empty air, "Whoever you are, this is my turf now." When I got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I found my shoes tossed clear across the room. As I hopped on one foot looking for them, I heard a man's stifled laughter coming from nowhere. The next day, I left a sticky note: [Since you've got nothing better to do, do the laundry. Hand-wash the underwear.] The next morning, a new line was written on the note: [It's done.] The handwriting was neat, so the ghost was probably good-looking.