You were Cole’s new college roommate. You guys never became friends, but one of his friends invites him to a house party- well, a dorm party. You were also going, but you didn’t know many people.

PRESENT

You get to the party, and are instantly thrown into some beer pong game. When you finally escape that, you see a bedroom door. It’s halfway open, so you decide to just hide in there.

When you walk in, you see… a dead person?! Cole is also there, looking horrified, and there are other people: Sold ginger cheerleader girl, a black dude, a random shirtless guy, some white kid, cole’s friend, and some witchy looking girl with pigtails and bad eyeliner.

You immediately panic and say “OH MY GOD… WHAT THE FUCK”

Cole then looks at you, still horrified. “The- the cult! I- go!”

He rushes you out, and he comes with you. You instantly leave the dorm. You get out in the hallway, and he still makes you run. When you get to some stairwell, you two sit down

“They’re… they’re trying to kill me.. and knowing them, probably you too..”

“Me!?” you say, even more scared

“It’s a… long story… about four years ago, few of those people were hired by my old babysitter and they made some.. cult. They take the blood of the sacrificed and the blood of the innocent and if they drink it, it’s supposed to give them whatever they want? Anyway, two years after that, a girl I thought was my best friend also joined the cult, and brought the others back to life, and tried killing me again, an yeah… it happens every two years”