The gate then opened, and a street, lined with buildings was made visible. There were however no people in sight, so we tread carefully into the gate. As soon as we all crossed the threshold, the gate began to close, all on its own. I freaked out and yelled for someone to show themselves, but nobody did. After a few minutes of freaking the fuck out and getting absolutely no response, we began to explore the town. The first thing I noticed was the style of buildings. They all looked to predate the civil war easily, with red brick interconnected buildings, with the street itself being worn down cobblestone. The only thing that didn't quite fit was a strange looking plant everywhere surrounding the buildings. After examining all this shit, I started off down the street to see if I could find someone who could explain how a town like this just fucking appeared from nowhere, but after searching several other, almost identical, streets I found no one. I even tried knocking on some doors, but nobody answered. "Well shit, it's a damn ghost town!" I screamed as I punched the door of the largest building in town, most likely a city hall of sorts. After screaming it pain and shaking my wrist frantically, I noticed something in one of the windows of the house that I just punched. Two eyes, brown but with a deep red tint where the white should be. As soon as I saw them, however, they disappeared behind a curtain. I smiled and walked back to the door and started banging on it with every once of strength I had left all the while laughing hysterically. My friends kind of just stood in the street watching this happen, with a concerned look on their faces. I kept banging, yelling at the occupants to "open up!" Finally, I heard the door lock click, and I stopped banging. the door opened, and a guy I could only describe as a stereotypical hippie stood in front of me. "What do you want man?" He said creepily calm, as if he was on some type of drug. "Um, I just want to know what the hell this place is, and why the hell it exists!" I said. "Whoa there man, no need to get worked up man, come on inside, I'll tell you the story of my people man." He said, again in that creepily calm tone. "Alright" I said as I walked in, signaling my friends to follow. We walked into the room which was very dimly lit by a combination of various scented candles and red, blue, and green lights. I could make out a table on which looked to be about 10 or so decorative vases, with a strange stem-like thing protruding from the bottom. It was also littered with cheap lighters, and a container full of a dry green plant substance.
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Hippietown
Adventure3 friends, on a journey through backwoods West Virginia, come across a peculiar town in which everyone is constantly high on the pot, and style has not changed since the 60's. Will these three report this town to their bosses in the government, and...
