Christmas, 1974. It was snowing outside, the door blocked by the thick feets of the soft white snow. The moon was the only light in the Sorority House, quiet filling the air. Nobody knew. Nobody knew Billy had been living in the attic. His quiet muttering and giggling echoed the attic as he rocked back and forth, grabbing the telephone and dialing the number to the Sorority House' main phoneline. "Cmon...pick-up pick-up PICK-UP- nyheheheh!- Hah! H-hehh.." he taunted and laughed, one hand scratching the side of his face feverishly.