Your housemate, Jennifer

You live in a student house alongside five peers - Jennifer, Pamela, Kayla, Rayne and Brian.

You aren't all best friends or anything, but rather were essentially the leftovers that didn't fit into any of the other houses that people were sorting themselves into, out of your wider friendship network.

The young woman who called your name is Jennifer, who's apparently decided she's the mom of the group, and always seems to wake first and sort out breakfast for the entire house. She's also the one you know the least well, as she's really Brian's friend, not yours.

You see your other four housemates are all sat round the table already, merrily tucking into their freshly cooked breakfast as Jennifer continues to cook and serve up more food.

There's a place set for you, and the normal thing to do would be to wish everyone good morning, and take your seat, and thank Jennifer politely for cooking once again.

But you just had an interaction with a paranormal entity that has left you with an unscratched itch... And if it was telling the truth, you could... No, you SHOULD... Cause some mischief with the beautiful lass who is facing the stove and hasn't seen that you've arrived in the room yet.

This will be a quick and easy test. If you're going insane and hallucinating, everyone in the room will be rather offended by what you're about to do. But if what you were told is the truth... Well then.

You have to know.

You swiftly and silently stride over to the tall blonde Jennifer, the contours of her wide hips and prominent butt betrayed by her tight leggings.

In one skilled, smooth motion, you grab both sides of her leggings and yank them down to her ankles.

"Surprise!" You cackle. And then you say "Oh shit!" As you realise that along with her leggings, you accidentally pulled down her thong as well, and now she's completely bottomless in front of the whole house.

"AIEEE!" Jennifer screams, flipping a hot frying pan towards herself in shock. She instinctively takes several steps backwards to avoid the hot part of the pan touching her, but of course, her leggings and thong are now at her ankles. So instead, she trips backwards, falling. And of course, you're right behind her, now in a squatting position with your hands only just letting go of your leggings.

Her bare buttcheeks hit you in the face, and push you out of the way as she falls to the ground, where she lands with a loud "Oof!"

Well, shit. That was way more **** than you intended.

If the voice was lying, you're in serious shit.