I was playing beer pong in my friends basement. Everything was fine, wasn't even that drunk. Passed out down there as planned.

Next thing I know I'm standing in pitch black room. Can't see the hand in front of my face, I was convinced I was in a saw trap. I was terrified. And I desperately had to pee. I don't know my friends house that well since I've always only hung out on the basement so I start searching for a door, still totally blind bumping into shit, hands outstretched. Finally find one and it leads to a staircase. Going down. Go downstairs and continue searching for a bathroom. I swear this room is bathroomless, there is nothing. Can't find the door back down to the basement either (that's right, o had ended up in the attic).

Find a door to the outside, go around back and the door yo the basement is locked. I squat and piss in his backyard. Finally. Such a relief. Go back inside, search for the basement door. Nothing. Search for my friends bedroom door. Nothing. Find my friends brother asleep on the couch (who I've never met before) and ask him how to get back to the basement.

He leads me through his grandmother's room where his grandmother is currently sleeping (but wake up when we come through yelling wtf are we doing in there) to the door to the basement. Somehow when I was drunk, I managed to make it through that room all the way to the attic, searching for a bathroom (there's one in the basement btw). No fucking clue how that all went down, but coming to in that attic was one of the scariest moments of my life.