Anyone Home?
“My two pals and I moved into a triplex close to our school when we were undergraduates. Our neighbors upstairs were older guys from our school, and our downstairs neighbors were buddies from Rez. Angie, our roommate, tried to enter one day but discovered that the door was shut. Being from a tiny French village, she didn’t know the safety regulations of the metropolis, therefore she inquired as to whether we always locked it.When Angie came home, she insisted on leaving the door unlocked.
She was sitting alone on the couch one day when the door opened and no one came in. She shouted, “Hello?” in shock. “Sorry, wrong house,” the man at the door said before walking away. It was definitely not our neighbors, and having to walk a steep flight of stairs makes it hard to “get the wrong house.”After that, Angie always shut the door.”
