This is new idea that I working on and I still don’t have a very permanent idea of where it’s going. I hope for feedback and critique and maybe a complement or two. Its going to get creepy is all that I’m going to say an don’ be fooled by the beginning.
Tonight was the night. After a year of exams and application forms and waiting in tense agony, Abigail was finally accepted to her first choice University. She was ready to pursue her academic dreams but before that she had to go to a couple of wicked college parties and forget why she came to college in the first place. It was Fresher’s week and after a day or so of unpacking, signing up for classes and getting her bearing around the new college environment; she was going out with her roommate Sarah to get completely wasted. Sarah was a junior and knew all the inner workings of everything to do with the university, including the party scene. Abby was lucky that they were assigned the same room and had become friends almost effortlessly.
Abby had never been concerned with being cool or popular but it looked like this year she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter as anyone that was friends with Sarah automatically got their names written in everyone’s ‘cool book’. And after only two days the gossip mongers were buzzing with her name. There was nothing Abby could do about it, so she didn’t complain. Maybe it would turn out to be a good thing.
The party was at a freshman’s house. He grew up in town and his siblings had attended the university; so there was another ‘cool pass’ if you ever seen one. His name had slipped Abby’s mind but it was something old fashioned. She assumed he belonged to one of the ‘old money’ families whose ancestors had founded the town and the University. She read about them when she was doing some research on the location online.
Abby had practically been obsessed with the place, it was her Mother’s dream University but she had not been able to attend when her father became ill. She was the only family the old man had, who could care for him. She put her dreams on hold and took night classes at the local college but never forgot her dream and consciously or unconsciously passed it on to her daughter. Abby’s home town was on the other side of the country; she wondered why her mother would stay and nurse Gramps when she was about to leave him for a city that far away.
Abby was hyper with excitement and all that coffee, she could barely stand still as she rummaged through her tiny dorm closet for an outfit. She had no idea what college kids wore on a night out let alone in a rich town like this. It was actually a city but it had retained the old feel of a town as well as a lot of the historical buildings and artefacts. In the end everyone referred to the place as a town.
Finally she settled on a black mini dress (you can’t go wrong with a LBD, right?), knee length boots and a long purple coat over the outfit. She figured, she’d better go basic, less room to make a faux paus. Her wavy, auburn hair was loose in a shoulder length, messy style and her eye lids were heavily covered in smoky grey and black shadow. Her roommate Sarah was a little more daring in her choice of attire she wore a knee length red cocktail dress covered with little faux rubies; high, high stilettos and bright red lipstick that made her full mouth all the more noticeable. Her braided hair was in a high pony tails showing off the high check bones and bright eyes. She carried a short jacket that she wasn’t going to put on; her dress was too great to cover up.
“Ready to go Dorothy?” Sarah asked
“Born ready, Fairy Godmother! I hope I don’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”
“Nah we’ll write our own ends to this story.”
“So do you know the guy who owns the house?” I asked as we got into a cab
“Ive seen him around once or twice. I know his family though, they go to the same church as my family but Sebastian never went with them. His brothers were very popular and with good reason they’re both gorgeous.” We laughed. Sarah was a big player as far as I’ve seen. She’s always talking about guys.
“I always thought that Sebastian was the introverted type, didn’t expect him to follow in his brothers’ partying ways.” She said still chuckling
“this house its not where they actually live, right?”
“So you’ve heard. I was gonna surprise you with that. It actually the house their ancestors built when they started to make money here. More like a mansion than a house but you know how we all love to play at being simple towns folk here.” She said rolling her eyes
“Why would it be a surprise?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
Sarah was right it was a mansion. And it was old and seriously creepy. I couldn’t believe they partied here. I half expected the ghost of the original owners to come down the hall berating us and damning us all to hell. The house was well maintained, restored just like the rest of the town. The chandeliers were polished and shining so were the dark wood floor and furniture. The ballroom was a splice between a rave and colonial glamour. It was strange but it worked. It more than worked; it looked amazing, like going back in time.
The way people were dressed suited the theme of the house: some wore tuxedos and gala gowns just off the runways; others in torn jeans and flannel shirts; goth garb; costumes; modern club-wear and over the top like Sarah in sequins and jewels from head to toe.
There was a DJ but he was in another party room but his mixes were broadcasted to the whole house and the surrounding grounds. People spilled out of every room of the house and were all around, [the house] outside. It was a party without limits or boundaries. I think I even saw a clown somewhere in all the craziness.
Sarah was having a great time showing me around, introducing me to everyone and of course flirting nonstop. It seemed that getting an invite to this event was directly proportional to how good looking you were. It was a little unnerving, beautiful people every where and not just the stereotypical slim, pale beauties but every shape, color and subculture. Pretty goths, skaters, snobs, bookworms and everyone in between. It was like a personal collection of people and again I felt that the whole situation was really creepy but it wasn’t like Sarah was giving me a chance to think about anything other than the task at hand: getting sloshed. I tried not to drink too much but in the spirit of the party; we were living a night without limits.
I finally got a chance to talk to Sarah alone when were outside for some air.
“Dude! This is crazy” I slurred
“Tell me about it!” she said grinning like a fool
“How come no one knows about this? I mean, in other cities. Hell, other countries! This is… I don’t know! It’s something else. There must be hundreds of people here.” I was just about ranting at this point
Sarah just laughed and shook her head. I heard footsteps behind us and a tall figure stepped from the shadows. Who is that?
“Hi Sarah.” A husky voice says from the shadows
“Hi Sebastian, great party! I thought it wouldn’t happen this year since Liam went away to Graduate school.”
“It’s tradition. Who am I to change that?” he said graciously “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met before” he said looking straight into my eyes in a way that made me uncomfortable.
Our host Sebastian didn’t seem to take after his gorgeous brothers. He wasn’t ugly just very plain: average except for his height, with longish medium brown hair, brown eyes and was neither pale nor tan; neither slim nor muscular. He just was, nothing more.
I’m Abigail but everyone calls me Abby. This party is amazing, I was just asking Sarah-“
Why no one talks about it or knows about it outside town?
He stepped closer and leaned in.
“Well Abigail, because it’s a secret. Our little secret.”