For Tomorrow We May Die—Diary of a College Chum #7:

Came home and there was nobody in the house. The first time that has happened since we all moved in. The TV wasn’t even on. The only sign of life was a saucepan full of old plastic razors cooking on the stove. The water had nearly boiled away, and the razors were starting to melt.

Was alone there for at least 20 minutes. When woke up later, after midnight, at least six people were banging around the place and all was well.