Last Friday, I woke up to a very nice message slipped under our door:
"A friendly good morning from Dead Alley"
Being half-asleep, I first thought, "Aw, how nice. They left us a nice message!" Then, it suddenly dawned on me, "It’s probably a very BAD idea to walk out of my room right now. "So cautiously, I opened my door slightly, waiting for something to crash down. Nothing. So far everything’s ok. As I peeked around the door, our ENTIRE doorway had been saran-wrapped and duct taped shut.
And if that wasn’t enough, they saran-wrapped the floor:
And they covered our stairwell, our shoes, and even our markers.