It wasn’t until they were in the main bedroom and got the same results that shit changed.
“We’ll each take a wall and see if that makes a difference,” Tom suggested on the screen.
That’s what did it. For some reason, they’d only pointed the light at small patches, expecting the whole room to light up as they did it immediately. With them all pointing the lights at an entire wall, they got the results they were looking for.
The exact ones I’d been dreading. It looked like someone had smeared glowing paint along each wall and then used something to splash it around.
It was when they all pointed their lights at the ceiling that I almost lost it.
“Please tell me they tried painting the universe and each constellation we know about on that ceiling?”
“It gets better,” Tom sang, and I’m not going to lie, I kinda wanted to punch him.
By the end of the video, I knew I was going to have to gut the whole place and likely hire a specialist company to clean it before I painted or had anything installed.
“This is what freaked us out,” Luke said as he looked over my shoulder, just as they went into my bedroom.
“Ah, fuck it,” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. “I don’t wanna know.”
Cole shook his head. “Trust me, you need to know.”
Adam cleared his throat. “You really need to know.”
This time, when the room lit up, smeared patches lit up all over the place.
“There’s no way all of that could come from a penis or a vagina,” I bit out. “Or am I being naïve?”
I mean, I knew what my own was capable of, and I knew what Layla’s was, too, so maybe we were the exception to the rule. Wasn’t there a whole section of porn dedicated to that shit? I was deliberately making out that I didn’t know that there was indeed an entire section of porn dedicated to it—one I’d never be able to look at again after this.
Hitting the screen to pause it, I squinted and leaned in to get a better look at something.
“Is that a body on the wall next to the door?”
“Yup,” Cole confirmed, taking another swig from his bottle. “Keep going.”
Sure enough, you could make out the tits on it. Tom tapped his screen to restart the video.
As it happened, on another wall were clear prints of ass cheeks, along with what I assumed were balls. Admittedly saggier balls than I was used to.
Tom whimpered, “They always looked like such a nice couple.”
“Right?” Adam groaned, covering his face with his hands.
And then there were the bathrooms.
Turning my head away, I waved a hand at Tom. “Turn it off. I can’t look anymore.”
“You, uh, might not want to use the toilet again, man,” he suggested, making my head snap around just in time to see them examining the damn bathroom I’d used for over a year. “I don’t know if that’s pee on the seat and all around it or if it’s other things, but you might want to change that seat.”
Burning the whole place down seemed like a great idea all over again.
I couldn’t get the mental image of the room I was sleeping in out of my head.
“Do you think all that stuff on the walls and floor in my temporary bedroom was just…” I stalled as I tried to think of a description of what I was thinking.
“Sex juices?” Luke supplied unhelpfully.
Tom grimaced. “A spray party?”