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"Well, it's only been about an hour since we came in here. What do you guys want to do now?" I ask them.

"Ooh! Ooh! Let's check out the house so we know where everything is when our guests arrive!" chimed Jamie, possibly a little too excited for some reason.

Everyone agreed anyway, and we all left and searched the house from top to bottom, starting from each of the upstairs rooms.

I got them to look around in the same order I did when I was here, and that started from the door to the left of the attic door.

Wait, no. That's Mary's bedroom door, now.

We open it up and see the room that used to be a bathroom, but I never went inside it before. We all peek inside, though, and I see that the room itself has not changed. Now that I think about it, it looks exactly the same when compared to the bathroom downstairs.

We shut the door and move to the left, to the family room (I hope). Tracy turns the knob and pushes, and we walk into the room.

It is not the family room, like before. It now looks like just a sitting room. Inside is nothing but a couple of long couches and a therapist's bench. There's a recliner in the corner, as well.

We walk across the hall to what was the office full of porn.

I never told them about that, though. I might never tell them about that.

We open it, and it has become a regular office. Paperwork towers above the desk next to the keyboard to the computer. I want to look around in there, find what I couldn't find before, but everyone else was bored of it and wanted to find out what the last room up here was. I just went with everyone else's decision.

Across from Monica's bedroom was the laundry room. Nothing changed, but I don't understand why there's a laundry room on the top floor.

We shut the door and we all look at each other. Now, what are we supposed to do?

I break away from the group and walk downstairs. I don't know what they're going to do, but I'm going to go make breakfast.

I walk downstairs and walk down the hall. I push down the handle of the big red door and I walk into the dining room. It looks the same as before, luckily.

I walk over into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing out a carton of eggs and some butter, both of which I didn't see before.

I set them onto the counter to my right and I turn around, looking for a cupboard with some cooking oil in it. I open up every cupboard door I come across, searching for the oil.

I finally find it and I pull it out.

I look in the drawers below for a spatula, and I pull that out.

I pull out a skillet and large spoon as well.

I put the skillet on the countertop stove and I pour oil into it until the bottom is coated. I crack eggs on the side of the skillet and drop them into it (throwing the shells away, of course) until I have five.

Finally, I turn the heat on to just under high, and when the oil heats up, I spoon the excess oil over the eggs until the tops of them are cooked. I quickly get a plate from the cupboard and I use the spatula to transfer the eggs onto the plate.

I do the same with five more eggs.

I run the toaster until I crank out ten pieces of toast as well and, after I butter the toast, I call everyone down for breakfast.

Monica already had breakfast, though, so she didn't show up.

Mary, Tracy, Kyle, and Jamie all walked through the red door and sat at the table next to each other. I served everyone two eggs and two pieces of toast each, then I served myself some and we all ate happily together.

After the meal was finished, I stood up and was a good host, taking everyone's plates and eating utensils out to the sink.

I am followed into the kitchen by Mary.

"Here, let me wash the dishes for you. I haven't done any chores in so long, I've started to forget what it's like to do them," she says.

"Sure," I tell her. "Thanks."

"No problem," says Mary as I walk out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind me.

I start to walk over to the table and everyone is standing up already, officially done with their meal.

"That was pretty good, Heather! I'm glad you were so nice as to cook for us," Jamie says, smiling.

"Thanks, Jamie," I say before we walk out of the dining room.

When we walk into the hallway, Monica is sitting on the stairs.

We all get closer to her, but I peek my head into the bedroom to see what time it is.

9:29 a.m.

There's still about 9 hours left before the party, and if I don't find something to do, I'm going to go crazy.

"What are you staring at, Monica?" asks Tracy.

She sighs. "I'm just pondering how the rest of today will go. I know we had fun earlier with each other, but are you sure we'll have fun with an entire house full of strangers, all wanting us at the same time?"

"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "Trust me, you won't even be able to tell how much time passes between one person to another. I know I couldn't."

"Are you sure, Heather?" asks Jamie, a little nervous.

"I'm sure," I say, confident.

"So, now what do we do?" asks Kyle from behind us.

I forgot he was even here.

"Well," says Tracy, "we should probably start trying to learn as much as we can about what we'll be expected to do tonight."

"Like how?" asks Monica.

"I think I may know how," says Kyle.

"How?" I ask, curious.

"Follow me, all of you," he says, then leads us upstairs.

He tells us to go into each of our bedrooms. Jamie and Monica each go into their bedrooms. As I walk into mine, I see Kyle following Tracy into her green bedroom behind me.

I just walk into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and I wait.

I walk over to the bed and lay down in it, looking around at the red walls and the candles. I look at the purple velvet and silky purple pillows under me. The bed feels soft and smooth.

I close my eyes and remember all of the things that happened to me in all of the rooms of this house before now.

That time in the bedroom, with the lady that, for some reason, I could only see her in the mirror.

The time in the hallway, opening the closet and being chased by the vacuum.

In the kitchen, being covered in pudding, then being sprayed down with water.

The time in the bathroom, being raped by the bubbles from the jacuzzi.

Mary's bedroom, though I didn't know it before, being brainwashed to have sex with her.

Playing 'Who First' in the pitch black room with the lamp.

That time in the family room, getting bigger tits from the dreamcatcher and having sex with the woman from the picture.

Being double-dicked in the walk-in closet with the two guys (wasn't one of them named Bill? Oh, well).

In the office, masturbating with a couple of the hot lesbian magazines and the videos from the computer.

And finally, inside the labyrinth, which I didn't like at first, but it's a good memory now.

All of my good memories about what this house used to be, they all fill my mind.

Hopefully, this time around there will be even better memories to keep with me.

Suddenly, the door opens. I open my eyes and see Kyle walk into my room.