Ottie: A Horror Story

Part I

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As soon as Amber, you know, my roommate, entered the apartment, I could smell it on her, Ottie. Even though she knows I live there too, I guess she didn’t expect to see me lying on the couch, with a book in hand, welcoming her as soon as she stepped in. With a sudden, guilty-looking blush, she blurted out what seemed to be the first thing she could think of: