Rate this story When I moved to the city for a job, there was no way I could afford my own apartment. I finally found something I could afford but it was only a room at Mrs. D’s house. The woman is crazy and yet I don’t want to move out and do like her. I was only there less than a week the first time she walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower. I know I locked the door but she came in anyway supposedly to put clean towels in the linen closet. The shower has...
