Walk upstairs and see if anyone is home
From Create Your Own Story
The third stair from the top lets out its usual groan beneath your weight, louder than the muffled television hum that's been thickening the air since you hit the landing. That’s when your brain catches up—the rhythm isn't right for regular programming. Those sharp inhales, the wet smacks, the bass-heavy growl of some guy saying "Yeah, take it" in a voice that’s definitely not HBO original content.
Light spills through the inch-wide gap in Kevin’s door, striping the hallway carpet.
torn between retreat and the nuclear option of rapping your knuckles against the doorframe.
You can’t really seen anything from this far back from the door -The angle’s all wrong—just a sliver of rumpled sheets, the flicker of skin-toned movement on the laptop screen, and Kevin’s forearm flexing at—oh Christ—waist height. Do you really want to see the rest? Do you
look through the small opening in the door
or
