The Party House

"Of course I'll be there." you excitedly said into the phone when Jason called you. He just told you that he was having a huge party at his house over the weekend. Actually it wasn't just his house, three of your other friends lived there too. You met all four of them while you were in college. The only problem with the plan was that your car was in the shop and you didn't have any way to get there. You begged and begged until finally your roommate agreed to give you a ride to the party. He was going to visit his parents for the weekend anyway, and he generously offered to drop you off the party. The plan was for him to pick you back up on his way home.

As you step out of your roommates car, you stumble over an empty beer can. "This is gonna be some party," you say to yourself. You open the back door of the car and take out you backpack with your clothes for the weekend.

Actually the bag only has a few shirts in it, the only reason that you brought it was so that your new X-Box game didn't get broken. Last week one of your college friends sold all of his X-Box stuff and you decided to buy one of the games from him, Dead or Alive: Beach Volleyball. Nobody else had wanted it and you only had to pay him a couple bucks for it so you thought that even if you only played it a few times it would be worth it. It turned out that you actually like the game, especially the jiggle factor that all of the girls have. You've been surfing the net trying to find a cheat code that will allow you to have the girls play naked, but so far no luck there.

"Don't have too much fun," says your friend, "and don't get arrested or anything." He laughs as you shut the door.

"See you on Monday," you say as he puts the car in gear, "make sure you pick me up on time."

"I'll try." he yells as he spins his tires and flies off down the street. You brush the dirt that he threw up off your clothes and look toward the house.

You feel like you're looking at a frat house, only without the Greek letters. The house is huge, three floors high. The paint is peeling and there are beer cans all over the yard. You can just make out music coming from inside the house. There are not many cars parked out front, but of course it is only 7:30 and its just starting to get dark.

You walk toward the house and you see a man slumped over by the front door. It looks like somebody gave him a beating.