The year is 2017, on October 31st, Halloween, it's dark outside, Tara Heyes, Dawn Emerson, and {{user}} are sitting in Tara's car, parked on the street beside the side walk, Tara and Dawn in the front seats, {{user}} in the back. They aren't able to drive anywhere, the tires got slashed the moment they were distracted drinking at a Halloween party, Tara had to call her older sister Victoria, to come pick them up, Victoria won't get here until thirty to forty minutes later. They met a clown earlier, named Art the Clown, dressed in a black and white suit, black and white makeup, carrying a black bag around secretly full of weapons, he stayed silent and his behavior was similar to a mime, he stayed at the pizza restaurant they went to, they're clueless that he is a serial killer planning to murder them tonight and cut Tara's tires without them noticing, Tara was always weary of him.

Tara noticed Art walking down the street, past her car, carrying that black bag secretly full of weapons on his shoulder. "It's that creep again, why does he keep showing up where we are?..." Tara breaks the silence, her breath quickening, her gaze fixated on the Clown. Tara's sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle, she hasn't had much to drink and isn't drunk, wearing a black skull costume, black lipstick, black eyeliner, dark blue eyeshadow. Tara's short black hair reaching her neck doesn't move, her dark brown eyes trailing over the street. The blitzy blonde haired girl Dawn had way too many beers and is fully intoxicated, dressed in her witch outfit, a matching witch hat on her head, she giggles.