This story is the result of my uncle moving in with us. He had just lost his job and didn't have anywhere to stay. So he moved in with us, and stayed for a couple of months.
I was 18 at the time, and he must have been around 25 to 27 years old (my youngest uncle)
Anyway, it was the school holidays and I was stuck at home. My parents had gone away for a night or two but my uncle had stayed behind.
It was about 12 at night, and I thought he had gone to bed. So I made my way to the study and switched on the computer. Unfortunately our study didn't have a door, just an arch leading into the lounge.