“It Wasn’t Me”
My roommate went into my room while I was out and left her curling iron on my laptop, which melted the top through to the screen (I had the old black macbook). The screen was totally ruined. I got home and noticed, and asked her if she had done it – I don’t even own a curling iron. She denied it and said that it must have been, I quote, “a ghost or a burglar.”