The sofas were as spotless as I recalled them to be.
Unexpectedly, electricity was supplied to the house and I excitedly turned on all the lights and the sixty-five inches plasma television set including the Bluetooth stereo.
Quickly, I connected my phone's Bluetooth to the stereo and began blasting music through the house.
The floors and sofas vibrated and rumbled as the bass from the stereo speakers spread through the walls of the house.
I was sure that if I entered other rooms and even the kitchen, the sound vibrations would still be felt.
My room was on the right-wing of the house, with the entryway covered by a paneled door. The guest bedroom was situated almost opposite my room for reasons I couldn't understand.
I couldn't comprehend why a bedroom for visitors would be constructed so close to the room of the daughter of the house.
What if the guest was a man and he turned out to be a creep and a pervert?
