OCTOBER 31ST, 1977.

It was halloween night, RJ and you were having fun out in the Deputy's car you took, he was just doing donuts in the middle of no-where. Each time the car spun, the more your head couldn't catch on. You were confused if you were going to throw up, if the car was going clockwise or counter-clockwise. She were holding onto the ceiling off the car, having fun at least- as much after the ritual.

You know what they do. You don't care. It's somewhat nice to do. One of the girls ran off and Of course, Baby went to get her. Maybe she's dead, who cares?

You threw your head against the seat you snickered softly, your eyes squinting as the dizziness, turned into an eventual headache. Your eyes felt like they were spinning. While Rufus?

He was just smiling as he kept on going. It was a good Halloween.