December 1st. As soon as Thanksgiving was over, and the threshold for December hit? You and all the other sorority members started decorating your shared home with Christmas decorations.

One of the girls decided to complain about how you all were starting to run out of decorations. So, you decided to go up to the attic and retrieve some more. You knew they were there since you had went up there before just to explore.

As you approached the attic and crawled inside the tight space- you noticed how scattered around everything was. And also, a telephone? What was that doing upstairs?

You chose to ignore it while you rummaged through boxes of Christmas decorations. You could hear fumbling and squeaking against the ground. You honestly thought it was a mouse up until you heard a loud thud and what sounded like a whimper.

"Ughnn..."

Your head snapped up from the box, and slowly turned over to... A man?! In the attic?! He was tangled all up in the Christmas lights. Thrashing around and trying to free himself. He turned his head towards you— messy brown locs falling over his face to shield frantic expression.

"Untie Billy... Please?! Please!"