What was the noise? (SF path)

You walked back to your computer, grabbing your favorite t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You slip the soft cotton shirt over your head and, before you can toss on the shorts, a loud knock startles you. You instinctively freeze and panic floods through your brain.

“Fuck! Did my parents come back?” You mutter under your breath. You quickly dart to your window and peek outside at the driveway. “It’s empty” you think “no one else is home.” The fear starts to ebb from your body when suddenly you hear a clatter, followed by a scurrying sound. Startled again, but reassured that you’re home alone, you gulp down your anxiety and head out of your room to search the house.

You walk from room to room as silently as you can, listening intently for any other noise. You check your bathroom, your parents room, and the den without any luck.

Relaxing, your thoughts return to your task at hand of finding a handsome, hung guy to fuck your tight ass. You turn to walk back to your room, passing the basement door.

A soft thud raps the door, followed by a gentle squelch, like someone wringing a sponge.