My roommate is a vampire (and other reasons I cry into my coffee)

When a broke, unhinged twenty-something lets a self-proclaimed vampire move in to cover rent, she doesn't expect missing cheese, cursed crows, or emotionally cryptic fridge notes-but she definitely didn't expect to kind of enjoy it.

Bea needed a roommate. Auren needed a place to not burst into flames.
Now she lives with a pale, overly dramatic vampire who claims he doesn't bite, judges her snacking habits, and may or may not be summoning spirits in the bathtub.

There's also a crow named Edgar. He has... hobbies.

Told entirely through chaotic diary entries, this is the story of:
🧛‍♂️ one vampire with weird rituals
🧃 one girl with emotional support cheese
🐦 one bird with no respect for personal space
...trying to survive modern adulthood in a cursed apartment.

Spoiler: they're not doing great.
P.s. I'm writing this while I'm recharging for my next big story, stay tuned!