The Burglar, Part 3

In college, I was studying to be a detective, of course. My roommate was the "perfect" person. She got all A's, she never went to parties, she did everything right. One time I asked her what she did for fun.

"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yeah, I want to know."

She shrugged. "Alright. You can come with me tonight; we'll have some fun."

So that night we went to her hangout. There were a bunch of people there, and some of them seemed a little strange. There was this one guy who wore completely black, and he had a bunch of tattoos. But I didn't really care. We played a few board games, which were fun, but not exactly what I had expected. Later, people began leaving, a few at a time. We left too, eventually.

Later I asked her about it. "Was that all?" I asked. "I had expected that you did something else."

She gave a mysterious smile. "You'll see, if you keep coming with me."

I went with her a lot after that, to a lot of places. To the mall, to the movies, places like that. Then one night, she came up to me and said: "Tonight's a big night. I trust you, and I think you're gonna like this."

I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen.


Missed out on what happened before? Read the beginning of the story on The Burglar, Parts 1 and 2.