Its midnight and I decided to start my own continue the story for a change, this time having nothing to do with epic battles. Just a good old fashion Horror story.
It was a stormy night, just like any other old stormy night. Generally meaning that nobody gave a fuck while they played their DS’s, PSP’s, and their Ipad’s (knifed) inside the Know Your Meme bus on their way back to HQ. Going into detail about what they were doing on their little road trip would be impossible to sum up in a short amount of time, but just assume that it didn’t go so well, and ended with a boy losing his Foreskin to a Diet Coke + Mentos explosion and a hospital trip.
Unfortunately, the Researcher Group wasn’t the only people to have a rough time. The poor Bus Driver twisted and turned that rainy night, unable to see anything 30 ft ahead of him. A large tree branch smacked into the windshield and snapped off its tree, causing the driver to panic and swerve off the road.
The bus rolled down the hill, passengers screaming, and finally came to a crashing halt upside-down. The driver was dead, the bus ruined, and the moderately annoyed KYMers knew they weren’t going to get to sleep in a comfy bed tonight. Or were they?
A large castle like estate sat only a few hundred yards in front of them. Knowing they had no choice if they wanted to stay dry tonight, they knocked on the door. It opened inward without the assistance of anyone. The group rushed inside, glad to be out of the rain. The doors slammed shut behind them; making most of them feel like idiots for falling for Haunted House cliché number 78, the front door always slams and locks you in.