Sometimes, in a traditional nipa hut, the whole house moves when a couple is having sex. Our house is built of concrete, yet the walls are very thin a...d everything can be heard. My family is quite small by our standards: apart from Mum and Dad, there are only five of us. Although, Mum is now pregnant again, so hopefully there will be six of us by April.Sunday afternoon is always the time for sex. I remember that Mum and Dad were always eager to get rid of us on a Sunday afternoon. We were told. I just went round to say hi, and one thing led to another. She led me on. I couldn’t help myself. It didn’t mean anything…’ The words tumbled out, one after the other, none making sense. I was listening to the ravings of a totally guilty man, caught virtually in flagrente delecto. ‘Shut up, Karl’ I interrupted, with a quietness that I didn’t know I had, my voice stopping him mid-track. ‘You betrayed me, I found out, and that is it. We’re through. I’m going to tell my parents that you dumped me,. *****Gotta get out… got to get out!Everywhere Darcy turned, there he was; the same menacing look on his face. A look of hate, and of anger. Pure, unabated rage. She felt trapped, like a rat in a maze. There were hallways every which way, but none of them went to where she needed. She needed to get away from him, but he was everywhere.No escape… no escape…She reached a long, straight hallway. No sign of him anywhere. Suddenly, a faint light shone ahead of her. She sprinted towards it; it. Getting off was my only agenda. I had no idea that I would be sitting here, today, editing stories, or telling you of my own personal experiences.What is to follow is an experience I have recently endured, since my placement into the position of story editor. Whether what you're about to read is true or not, is your decision to make. I won't say one way or the other. Partially because I refuse to have my sanity called into question. What I will say is that the events described below aren't easy.