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Enjoy the show. You're not going to be. So, Three years ago during the height of COVID-19, a group of my friends and I wanted to live with each other

while we were completing remote learning at university.

We were attending a very popular school in California.

As a group of girls living together, during these times we spent most of our nights watching movies, drinking wine, and hanging out together.

Let me give some context by describing the layout of our house, since it's important to know.

We were living in this massive house that was renovated into three different apartment units.

We chose our unit specifically because it was in the very back of the house.

This made us feel safer since we were further from the street and it was nearly impossible to see us from outside.

Inside our apartment unit we had four bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom right off of the open concept kitchen and living area.

The ground floor bedroom faced our tiny garden and tiny parking lot which could

accommodate three cars.

Our kitchen and living room space was facing a little alleyway that ran alongside our house

which led to the front door.

It was a pretty big apartment. The bedrooms were small, but the communal kitchen and living room area was a great hangout spot.

Now since we got the apartment in the middle of COVID-19, we hadn't furnished it properly and we didn't have any curtains or

blinds on our windows, but they had some flimsy bug screens on the outside.

In the weeks leading up to this incident, my friend, who was the one living in the bedroom on the first floor, was complaining to the other four roommates.

She was saying that, if we wanted to bring anyone over, we needed to be at the door to grab them so that they didn't

jiggle and try to open the locked door every time.

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