Disembodied voices carried through the dense fog. The campus was deserted.
“This seems really risky,” said Tammy, “I could lose my scholarship if we’re caught.”
“We won’t be caught,” Amber assured her. “Besides, college life is more than just studying and that’s all we’ve been doing. Tonight I want to feel alive.”
When Bryce had approached Amber and asked if she wanted to bring a little something to a private party, her heart went into overdrive. A chance at Bryce would be a dream come true. His family name was on the botany lab where she spent her days.
Their forms gradually materialized as the fog thinned near the old maintenance shack. Tammy reached for the door handle.
Just then, a deep voice called, “STOP! Consider this your warning.”
Muffled laughter seeped through the thin door.
“Bryce, don’t be a dick,” said Colin, opening the door.
“Come on in, Ladies. Have a seat. Could I interest you in a fine beverage?” he asked, detaching the last two cans from a six pack as they entered.
Tammy accepted for both of them while Amber rummaged in her bag.
Amber lit the first joint and passed it to Bryce.
“I knew you’d come though. Is this your special blend?” He asked, taking a hit.
“You know it,” said Amber, before lighting another and passing it to Tammy. “Time to get this party started.”
As Colin took the joint from Bryce, the young men lustily appraised their guests, imagining the pleasures to come.
Amber met Tammy’s eyes, seeing nervous anticipation reflected back. Nobody knew they were here.
Bryce fell heavily onto the rotting floorboards, followed immediately by Colin. The fear in their eyes was apparent, despite the paralysis.
Setting down their barely touched beers, Tammy and Amber approached their victims. Then they feasted.