It was late. You were walking out alone of the university party. The dorm’s street was empty, not a single soul followed you through the cold midnight… or was what you thought.

You feel your eyes heavy, like they were glued together. A terrible headache was making you queasy. You drank two beers, for God sake!

Creepy whistles made you look behind your shoulders.

“Hey, cheerleader!”

You blinked. Is the most charming football player really talking to you?