The House Party
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You and your best friend just snuck into a house party at a mansion. Turns out the DJ is your crush and she has a warning for you.
The night is thick with summer humidity as you and your best bud, Ryan, cruise through winding suburban streets. The greasy scent of fast food bags crumpled in the backseat mix with the cool breeze from the open windows. The bass from your car stereo, playing the newly released Shrek soundtrack, isn’t loud enough to drown out the distant pulse of music thrumming through the trees.
Ryan leans forward, squinting through the windshield at distant lights flashing between thick trees. "Dude, is that a fucking rave?"
Up ahead a sprawling estate, part hidden in a small forest, glows like a beacon.
As you drive by in your rusted pontiac sunfire, the wrought-iron gate ahead creaks open on its own. Beckoning you inside.
Ryan leans forward, squinting through the windshield at distant lights flashing between thick trees. "Dude, is that a fucking rave?"
Up ahead a sprawling estate, part hidden in a small forest, glows like a beacon.
As you drive by in your rusted pontiac sunfire, the wrought-iron gate ahead creaks open on its own. Beckoning you inside.