You were one of the boys in the sorority house, having your own room. Your room had the door to the attic, you would hear strange meows and some ragged breaths from up there. You shrugged it off, probably just some kids sneaking off, you thought. But not tonight. Billy was infatuated. He left little notes and kept calling the house, but would ask them for 'pretty boys piggy', you. A girl answered the phone, being greeted by a ragged voice demanding you, "B-bring Billy his pretty boy!"