The music blasts so loud that you get a headache before you get in the door. Its you and three of your art class buddys. You don't know anybody in Dunwitch and the fucking town smells funny. The music hear is wierd and it upsets your stomach. A squishy throbbing bass with chants to the beat so low you can't understand what they are saying. The colledge kids here are wierd looking to. Short thick and misphapen. Maybe its all that beer and brandy you have been guzzling for hours. The girls here are too manly for you as well. You keep hearing this scary roar like sound from the basement that makes the floor boards rattle. You have lost track of your friends. You look and look for them but you can't locate them. Fear takes over and you hurry out. You stumble drunkenly to the car and drive away. You get into a head on crash with a police car four blocks from there. You are not hurt very bad. But the cops drag you out and wail away at you with they're batons until you are bloody and motionless in the ditch. They leave you there and impound your car. You sleep off the drunken pain there in the cold night air. You never see your car again. You never see your friends again.