There at the end of the hallway, on the ceiling, is the entrance to the attic.
The attic has also come to be known as "BOOG's room", since nowadays he spends most of his time there if he's not with his jazz-harpist girlfriend Deborah.
There's no ladder, so you put your back against one wall and push against the other wall with your feet. You inch your way upward until you can reach the attic enterance.
You push away the board, inch yourself up even higher, and peek inside.
It's completely dark.
No signs of BOOG, but you can never be sure.
You slowly pull yourself upward until you're fully in the attic.
You're pretty sure that if BOOG were here, you'd be dead by now.
Although this was a longtime haunt for you, you really haven't been up here ever since BOOG moved out of the room he used to share with Stephen and subsequently claimed the attic for himself.
You feel your way around in the dark, groping randomly.
You're about halfway across the length of the attic when your right hand gropes something soft and warm.
"Shit! What the hell is that?" you wonder.
You reach out your hand and touch it again.
It feels like skin.
Female skin.
Gasp, Deborah!
You are about to turn around and leave, when Deborah grabs your hand and sleepily says:
"Where you going, loverboy?"
She pulls you down to the floor next to her.
The two of you
are in the "spooning" position, and Deborah grinds into you suggestively.
Do your best impression of BOOG, and say, "Hey, baby. Feel like playing some jizz-harp?"