Scattered Cd's

We had just signed a one year lease on a four-story house in northern Colorado Springs. It was a nice neighborhood and the price, $1050 a month, was a reasonable one considering my two cousins Jason and Treven would be splitting the costs between the three of us.

Our second day in the house we moved our pool table and our CD player in the den, which is ground level, connected to the garage and the backyard. We had about six to eight people over drinking and having a good time. The music was playing, probably some Guns and Roses. I walked out to the garage to have a smoke, while the majority of people were in the backyard.

As I came back in to the den where the pool table and CD player were, our whole stack of about 20 CD's were spaced equally throughout our den, across the pool table and equally around the room. I just thought maybe things got a little out of hand. But with every CD I picked up, I got a little more upset with whoever did it. By the last couple I was just mad.

I went out the back door where there was two groups of people just standing around chatting. I asked the first group and they didn't know anything. I asked the second group and still nothing. By this time I was starting to feel a little frightened. There was only two people left and they was in the house. I went back in through the backdoor, through the den, and up about five stairs to the kitchen where Treven and his girlfriend were. I told them what happened and they said they didn't know what happened. I was freaked out by this time and my blood was pumping.

I walked back down the stairs and was about to go back out the backdoor when I heard a ruckus where I had stacked all the CD's that I picked up. I looked at the CD's and one flew across the room nearly hitting me. I ran out the backdoor across the yard screaming like a little girl. My cousin Treven and his girlfriend seen it happen.

We thought it was going to be a long year, but nothing ever happened after that. It was a scary moment.