This is my entry into icicle's short quest. It's probably the scariest, best urban legend that I know. It's also pretty disgusting in places, so consider yourself warned ;). Anyway, down to business.

So James was a first year at UCLA living in a small double with a roommate, David. One Thursday, he had a date with a girl who lived a few miles away. His roommate, a dilligent EECS student had a midterm the next day and had been woken up by James' late-night returns on more than one occasion. As his roomate was leaving, David asked:

"Hey, I'm going to need my sleep tonight. If you come home late, leave the lights off, k?"

"Okay," said James, and he headed out.

James was a bit disorganized, and it wasn't until after he picked up his date and gotten halfway across the city that he realized that he had forgotten his wallet.

After he returned to the dorms, he noticed that the lights were off. Since he kept his wallet on the dresser nearest the hall, he opened the door carefully, stuck his hand in, grabbed it, shut the door, and headed out for the evening.

When James returned home that night, he saw police cars everywhere. He found his way into his hall where he saw a swarm of policemen. Some were comforting James' floormates, who stood around in bathrobes. Some were laying down caution tape. Some were just standing around, drinking coffee.

James pushed his way into his room and ran straight into the his roommate's badly mutilated corpse, which was hanging from the ceiling by a cord. The stomach had been cut open and some bodily organs hung out the side. His mouth had both hands stuffed into it, and a terror-filled expression still swelled his eyes.

"Oh my god," said James.

"That's not the worst of it, son," said the chief of police, who was already in the room. "Look over there."

James turned around. There, written in blood, was:

if u had turned the lite on, this would hav been u too.