
The Ghosts of Libby Basement
There is someone down here. I just know it. You see I live in Libby Basement. It sucks. The late nights with teens who think they are sneaky and the RA’s who use their patrol time to make out. I try to stay out of their way. I just want to sleep. But no matter how many times I pause the freshman’s movies, slam their … Continue reading The Ghosts of Libby Basement