>>425932Yeah sorta. I was living in this place off campus my last semester of college, nice house about 5 miles from the school up on the side of a mountain, it was a 2 story house, but it was built on the side of a hill, so the top floor was at ground level next to the garage while the bottom floor at the base of the hill, it was actually really nice, plus it had a long-ass driveway, maybe almost a 1/4 of a mile. I was living there with 5 other people, 3 of us upstairs, 3 of us downstairs, with my bedroom on the main floor. And for a little more background, a year prior to moving in a kid OD on heroin or something crazy in one of the upstairs rooms, not that it really bothered me.
So, one night I'm driving home in the middle of winter, maybe 4-5 inches of snow on the ground, with the girl I was seeing at the time, who was still at least a little drunk/high from our earlier shenanigans, and as I'm rolling up my long spook-city driveway, she FREAKS THE FUCK OUT, yelling that something big was up in a tree staring right at her, or something like that, which I just assumed was an owl or some big bird and kind of disregarded her. I pull up to the house and the driveway is empty, which isn't too odd since everyone else sometimes sleeps over with whoever, but tonight it looked like I was the only one home. We get in the house and she's calmed down a lot, probably since I didn't really care in the first place, and we eventually get to bangin'. I pull out and blow a load on her stomach, and the instant I finish what sounds like a little girl with a man chasing her runs down the hall from the other bedrooms all the while banging on the wall of my room as they run through the livingroom into the kitchen and I assume out the door, since the outside light flicks on, which is not an automatic. As soon as the noise dies down, the latch to my door pops and opens just a crack, pausing for a moment as it slowly swung open into my room.
