Okay, so. I had to drop my brother off at his friend’s house right. No big deal. Except I thought he was going to sleep over at said friend’s house. So, it’s kind of late, I’m putting the finishing touches on this essay that I need to write, then, I hear this like high pitched scream. Very short, cuts off almost immediately. I leave my room to go check it out, I know super white girl of me to do, it’s how you get killed in horror movies, anyway, so I go out and go to my sister’s room. She’s got a friend over and her door is open, and they both heard it too. And she’s like, was that our brother?? And I’m like, what?? He’s supposed to be at his friend’s house. She was like, well he’s home. So, we go to his room. I knock. No answer. But we do hear someone run into his bathroom. And we are all just standing there, like, what?? My brother comes out the bathroom and he like, yeah that was me. Like bruh, it’s late, what the heck. Long story short, brother is crazy.