I am at my wit’s end.

My roommate is blasting Welcome to Nightvale at 300% volume and mumbling incoherently. This is the NINTH day in a row. I want to just ignore it because I hate having to talk to them, but this is taking a serious toll on my mental health. I tried opening the door and yelling at them to stop earlier, but they had already arranged khoshekh plushies in a pentagram and started chanting in a made-up tongue with a staff of dirty socks on a bent metal wire clothes hanger. I’m considering getting them admitted to a psych ward. 

-Kaden