Colleen Stein

I had just finished tacking the poly-fiber spider webbing to the walls and corners of the apartment when two of my three roommates came in. Although it was difficult to interpret their vacant expressions (one being painfully shy and the other a frigid b***h), I could tell they were a bit uneasy upon seeing the decadent yet cartoonish change of scenery-the ghoul in the corner with his mouth lit up holding a lollipop, the baby ghost votive candles haunting the coffee table and the tattered and yellowed wall d