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Well, I, personally have encountered one case of what might be called “accidental phrogging”. We own both halves of a duplex, but only live in one half. The other half is used as storage/extra space for when the in-laws come to visit, etc. It’s semi-furnished.
One morning, I went to the other side of the house to get some stuff I had stored over there, and there was a person sound asleep on the sofa. I couldn’t tell the gender of the person, all I could see was a head. I assumed my oldest daughter had told a friend they could crash there for the night or something. When my daughter got up, I asked her about it, and she said “No, I didn’t let anyone sleep there”. I consulted with my hubby, and we figured out that this was a person who was not supposed to be there. We called the police. When the police arrived, the person was still sound asleep. The police woke him up (turned out to be a guy). Well, he had been drunk/stoned the previous night, and said his friend “so and so” told him he could crash in his living room any time. But he had the wrong house. Heh.
I don’t know quite how he got in, but the lock wasn’t broken or jimmied. It could be that whoever closed the door last prior to the squatter’s entry hadn’t latched it tightly or something.
Anyway, we decided it was an honest mistake, the guy seemed genuinely confused and apologetic. We didn’t press charges or anything.
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I had something similar happen to me last year that I hadn’t thought about until now. I rented the Catholic Campus Ministries house at my university last year and during the fall semester, the house was having major renovations being done on it. At one point, the floors in the front room and the office were being refinished, so all of that furniture was moved into the kitchen and dining room. Stuffed into two smallish rooms were a couple of couches, a coffee table, a dining room table, a desk, and a bunch of chairs in varying styles.
The house was only a block away from campus and near where most of the Greek organizations had their houses, IOW, near where lots of parties happened. The morning after the floors were finally done, my roommate went downstairs to get breakfast and go to class only to find some girl asleep on a couch in the kitchen. She assumed it was a friend of mine and let the girl sleep, but did note that she reeked of alcohol. The Catholic Campus Minister came in, saw the girl asleep, and tried to find a blanket to cover her up with. She couldn’t find a blanket, but she could find an old altar cloth, so she carefully covered the girl with the altar cloth, trying not to wake her up. She did, however, wake the girl up and said, “Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re at the Catholic house.” The minister then left the girl to sleep and ran some errands. When she returned to the house, the girl was gone.
Now, I listened to descriptions of the girl from both the minister and my roommate. I asked around and I’m pretty positive she didn’t know me. It was just a random drunk girl who came into our house and fell asleep. We weren’t supposed to walk on the floors while the new finish was drying and had forgotten to lock the side door the night before. In this situation, I feel more sorry for the girl. Imagine waking up on a couch in a kitchen filled with furniture in a house that you don’t recognize to a middle aged lady covering you with an alter cloth saying, “Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re at the Catholic house.” Would that freak anyone else out?