Go for the girls

You better focus on the others. As much as you would enjoy showing this intruder just how badly they fucked up by coming after you here, you’re worried about the others.

But you weren’t being stealthy a moment ago when you hurried into the kitchen. You might have been heard.

Whoever just came in definitely went up the back stairs. The only other place they could’ve gone was down the side stairs to the basement, and there’s nothing they might want down there unless this is another CGH pledge who’s been dared to take a Polaroid in the CCL dungeon without getting caught.

But a CGH pledge wouldn’t bust a door in. Would they? In the past, they’ve always gotten a CCL girl drunk, gotten brought home here, had sex, then tried to sneak out of bed to accomplish this task. Every single one of them has been caught, tied to the wooden horse, and whipped until she can’t sit down for a week.

At least, you think that you have caught them all. You should break into CGH house sometime and check their photo wall, but for now, you have bigger things to worry about.

The back stairs are dark. You approach, reaching out for the light, priming your ears.

You tug the string, and the light comes on. You don’t hear any reaction, so they probably aren’t just around the corner up there. You quietly ascend, reaching the second floor and peering into the hallway. This is just a short hallway; the intersection up ahead lets you see up and down the main second-floor corridor.

You creep out, still listening, and go up to Lisey’s door. You put your ear against it and listen, then slowly and carefully try the knob. She’s not in here.

OK, where is she?

You make your way up to the corner and peek.

A woman is there, just a few feet away, creeping down the hallway toward the other rooms. Only one light is on in this hallway, way down at the other end. It’s dark. All you can see is that she’s not much taller or larger than you.

The blade of the knife in her hand gleams.

She’s moving past a side table with a lamp on it. Your instincts tell you that whatever is going on tonight, the timing is too unfortunate. You don’t think this is a prank.

Take her out with the lamp

Or confront her?