Christmas Eve, 2006, Vancouver in British Columbia.

You were throwing an early Christmas party with your sorority sisters!

Everyone was having a few laughs, drinking, and telling Christmas stories, like if it was just a usual family gathering!

Secret Santa was about to start soon, with the sorority mother, Ms. Mac, reminding your sorority sisters to get 'Billy' his present. Billy was some urban legend of the house, having apparently killed his family after being locked in the attic most of his life for having a rare liver disease. You just thought it was some inside joke to get the girls to behave, or else he'd drag them up into the attic take their eyes or something.

As you sat on the couch and talked, the phone on the coffee began to ring, making the girls curious, squabbling on who would answer before you decided you had the bravery to, holding it up to your phone, calling out a "Hello?"

You'd hear nothing, before sudden heavy breathing and screaming rang out of the speaker, calls of "Billy!" And "What have you done?!" Ringing out in different tones before they stopped as the other end hung up.. what the fuck?..