I am terribly afraid of my new roommate

My roommate from last year and the first semester of this year is studying abroad in London this semester. One would think that BU would inform people like me of who they were planning on filling his space with, but no. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of people across campus are moving into rooms that have been vacated by their roommates wondering who they will find when they move in. Because BU is stupid. But I digress.

I arrived tonight finding the room empty but for what I left here before I went home for winter break. This made me hopeful that, despite the almost impossible odds, I would have the double all to myself this semester. But I just returned from dinner to find my new roommate’s things in my room, though he went somewhere and is nowhere to be found. I don’t know his name, what he looks like, anything about him. All I have to go by is the stuff he left behind (and the strange fact that he left the bathroom light on, though I don't have any idea what that could mean).

There’s a guitar, an amp, an ugly hat, a jacket with a ski tag, a couple bags, a water filter (he gets a few points for this one) and a dress shirt folded up on his bed.

And then under his bed, there is a large white furry thing.

I have no idea what it is. It could be a jacket, but who would wear that for a jacket? It could be a rug, but I don’t want it sitting on my floor, scaring me all the time. I could be a living thing that is asleep and I’m afraid to turn my music or TV too loud for fear it will wake up.

It’s scary, though.

What am I to make of this? Am I reading too much into it? It’s probably nothing to worry about, but from here, it certainly looks like something I should worry about. The safest thing to do would probably be to set fire to it before he comes back or the furry thing wakes and swallows me whole. All I know is I’m deathly afraid of this kid, most likely a freshman, and I haven’t even met him yet. He could come in here and ask to trade beds, desks, closets, belongings or anything else and I would immediately do it with no questions asked simply out of the fear that he would unleash whatever dark power is in that white furball sitting under his bed without a second thought. It could kill me. It could wipe out the entire city.

Don’t worry, though. I understand my obligation here. I will do what he asks me. There will be no trouble. I won’t let millions die because of my own obstinacy. Just pray for me.