there's a WHAT in the basement?

So we all came back from Florida with colds and mine was lingering even this week.  Exhausted, I was in bed around midnight (unusual), when I heard some people upstairs.  I'm in a basement apartment and I'd been told there might be some college girls staying upstairs while the owners were away.  Fine, I thought, and closed my groggy eyes only to hear the door from upstairs open. 

"Hello?"  I said.  They turned on the light and multiple footsteps began to descend.  I asked, "Who is it?  Hello?"  And they stopped. 

"Oh, sorry," one said.  "We didn't know anybody was down here." 

"I'm sorry," I said, wanting to apologize for not coming out to meet the people breaking in, "I'm not dressed."  The door closed and it became immediately quiet upstairs.

Well, I guess my voice is still a bit froggier than I thought.  They called their contact at the church and said, "There's a boy downstairs and he's not dressed!"  Actually, that's one version.  Someone else said the girls reported actually seeing the partially clad boy on a couch and insisting they needed to stay somewhere else. 

As my sister-in-law said, "You can't make that stuff up."  

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