So, this is another hook up horror story. Rather than share my own, I’m sharing a story from a friend of mine. If you read about the guy who passed out on her, then you know who I’m talking about. She has just as many hook up stories as I do and she’s more than willing to share them. This is a story that revolves around a guy that she thought was part of a frat back in the day. I guess you could say that he was, but not the kind of fraternal brotherhood that you’re imagining.
She met him at a Halloween party
She met this guy at a college party that was filled with drunk students celebrating Halloween. The way she tells it is that the guy accidentally dumped his cup onto her shirt and soaked it through. That’s a really good way to pick someone up, but this apparently an accident. I don’t know if I believe that. Anyway, he apologizes over and over again and swears it was an accident. He tells her that he lives next door and she can use his dryer so she doesn’t have to leave the party and go home. She agrees because it doesn’t hurt that the guy is hot.
She got lost
They make their way next door and the place he lives in is really nice. He tells her that it’s a frat house and she believes him. It smells like a bunch of guys live there and it makes sense. Anyway, he points her to the laundry room and ducks into a bathroom to take a piss. She walks down the hall and things seem to not feel right anymore. There are no banners or photos or books or any of the other shit you see in a frat house. It’s just a big, old house and she’s apparently alone with a stranger in it. Also, she can’t find the door to the laundry room.
It wasn’t a frat
She gets frustrated and opens a random door to find a stairway going into the basement. If you’re going to have a laundry room then this is as good a place as any. She goes down the stairs and just comes to another door. That’s not all that strange, but she can hear some weird noises from the other side. She opens it up and that’s when she sees it. There are four or five guys is a big open basement all standing around in a circle. They’re wearing long robes with their hoods pulled up over their heads. They’re chanting this weird shit and there’s what looks like a sex doll in the middle of the circle. It freaks her out and she turns around to run the hell out of the place. It doesn’t happen, though. She slams right into the guy from the party and stumbles back into the dark basement. This is where the person usually dies in the horror movie.
It was a sex cult
She was freaking the hell out, but the group of guys laughing their asses off ended up calming her down. They took off their robes and walked her to the actual laundry room while they explained everything. They were a frat, but they were also a cult dedicated to sex or something like that. The way she explained it made it make more sense. Anyway, they were just doing their nightly cult activities when she walked in on them. The someone off handedly mentioned the weekly gang bangs they got up to and that was all she needed to hear. My friend got gang banged by a sex cult frat in college. I deserve a medal for being able to say that.