Her Sister, Erin

Charlie popped her head out the door, looking up and down the hallway. To the left was their living and dining rooms, and the staircase that leads down to their garage and rec-room. Straight across the hallway was his sister's room and to the left of that was his brother's. At the far right end of the hallway was their parent's room.

Erin's door was adorned with a simultaneously flamboyant and succinct sign, dotted with both rainbows and skulls;

Keep Out! Erin's Room!

Charlie crept forwards slowly, the cold air causing goosebumps to flush across her near-naked body. She grasped the door handle to Erin's room and slowly twisted it, avoiding as much noise as possible. The door inched forward, and Charlie poked her head in, seeing the usual clutter that adorned her sister's room, but the clothes were different. Erin usually had a tank top or two on the floor, as well as a bra or some panties, but Charlie saw plain T-shirts and boxer briefs.

She scanned everything in sight until she caught a glimpse of the bed. Her eyes locked on the stranger sleeping in her sister's bed, he was quite a bit bigger than Erin was, his feet shot out a few inches from the edge of the bed and his head was flat up against the headboard.

To Charlie's relief, the man was sleeping, the blankets rising and falling rhythmically. His breath was calming - soft, but powerful.

Charlie studied the rest of the room. Other than the clothes, nothing else seemed much different, just as her room had changed.

She pondered for a moment, gripping the white painted wood of the door. Should she try and wake him?