A real nightmare.

He makes a show of trying to pull off his mask, then drops his hands. His laughter sounds harsh, like gravel being poured out of a bucket, making you cringe.

"Welcome, ladies," he rasps, "If you thought we were college boys, we have to disappoint you. We are the real denizens of this house. Unfortunately for you, you disturbed us. But rather than killing you, we will put you to use. Our people need supplies. We have no females women. You have been chosen as our broodmares."

"Be proud. You will be the mothers of our next generations."

Fear rises in you, despite your belief that this is just the frat boys playing around.

It can't be true. You can't end like this. Not as a breeding womb for monsters.

But what if it is? a horrified part of your mind screams. What if it is true?

Your muffled sobs are echoed by your friends as tears stream down your face.