You are now CLEAN. That shower really hit the spot. You were having fun mindlessly daydreaming about some bitchin' hoes, but now the fun is over. You don a WELL-WORN BATHROBE as you squeeze your loofah dry. You wouldn't consider yourself a germophobe, but you're known for being clean and wanting your general surroundings to be clean. And right now, your poor loofah is filled with nasty gunk from—

"BLOOD! BLOOD ON THE WALLS!!"

Without warning, your spotless peace gets interrupted by a shriek. That's... no, you've had enough of a day to worry about this. You live in a rough neighborhood, people scream all the time. You quickly check your walls. Not bloody. Good. Just some crazy chick.

But she keeps screaming. In fact, a few more join her. You try to recognize anyone, but none of the screams or voices sound familiar. This is truly haunted shit. It actually sounds like you live in a graveyard. Soon, more commotion ensues. Loud, damaging impacts crumble the building's walls above you. Directly above you. If you felt safe before, that feeling is gone now.

>INVESTIGATE. People could be getting hurt... which is sad, but you might be next! (requires roll)
>HIDE. They'll never find you in your fridge. (requires roll)
>CALL SOMEONE. You might need an assist. (requires Write-In)
>WRITE-IN.