After a friendly game of hitting apples off of my deck in the middle of the night, a friend of mine and I decided to break into the house next door (a currently unoccupied rental property that would probably never see the likes of an owner again). I hadn't been inside since I was probably about 12, when I knew the people living there I remembered little, but judging by its collage of occupants I assumed that the house was in horrible disrepair. Oh, was I in for a surprise.

After scanning the perimeter and finding no good windows to break in around back where noone could see, we realized that the front door had no handle (big surprise). We navigated the house by our cellphones at first, then returned to my house for flashlights, only to break in once again. We also wore funny looking sunglasses to fool the popo in case we were caught.