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I'm a long time lurker, first-time poster. After frequenting this subreddit for a while now and having enough time to come to terms with some of the scary events that have happened in my life, I felt like it was time for me to share some of my stories. This story takes place during the summer after my freshman year of college. There's a bit of backstory I need to get through to set the scene so please bear with me.

Now when I was a freshman in college, I fell into a bad group of friends. I was scared of being alone in college and for once in my life, I wanted to feel like I was part of the "cool kids" crowd in school. I should have sorted this mentality out by the time I wrapped up high school, but unfortunately, I didn't, which is how I ended up with this group.

Long story short, I met them through my roommate at the time (he transferred to a school in another state at the end of the year) and we all became pretty tight with each other. They were essentially your typical school bullies. They were very charismatic and came off as cool people to hang out with, but they tore down anyone they deemed beneath them to feel better about themselves and valued their egos over anything else. They were also very heavy drinkers and hard drug users. Thankfully I wasn't stupid enough to join in on their drug habits, but I was always down to drink so I think that's one reason why they were cool with me despite the fact I didn't do drugs.

Now, there are two people in particular from that group that factor into this story. First off is J. Out of the whole group, I liked J the least. The best way I can describe him is to imagine the sketchiest person you've ever met in your life and times it by ten. That's J. He lived by a: "I do what I want when I want." attitude. He always had some sort of a story for any shortcomings in his life or whenever we asked him anything in general. He also was known for voluntarily getting himself involved in dangerous situations.

He was also the heaviest drug user out of all of us. Many times out of the blue, he would disappear and go shoot up heroin with some buddies of his who lived out of town and randomly show up days later. As you could probably imagine, he ended up failing out of college yet he managed to hold his job since his uncle was a manager there. Surprisingly though, he actually liked me a lot. He told me one time that he respected my blunt and abrasive attitude as he found many people to be sensitive pussies.

The other person is X. X was actually pretty chill if you caught him without the group as he only joined in on any bullying or general dickishness when everyone else in the group was doing it. He was definitely the most rational out of the group and wasn't much of a hard drug user. He mostly drank and would do hallucinogens from time to time, but that was about it. Now for the story.

I ended up renting a house with a couple people from the group including J, X, and two other people and we all moved in almost immediately after the semester ended. About a month later, there was a concert for an underground rock band we were all pretty into located in a town about an hour away from us. The two other guys had to work the night shift (they worked at the same place) and were gonna meet up with us later. The sun was about ready to set by the time J, X, and I all piled into J's car to head out.

The ride was going by perfectly fine until I notice J got off an exit early. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he was stopping off at his dealer's house to pick up some molly for the concert. I was confused why he couldn't have just told us he was gonna do that in the first place, but I brushed it off and didn't harp on it. We eventually pulled up to the house which was located right across the street from some woods and the side the house was on pretty open land and you only saw a few houses in the distance.

J said that we were only about two miles out of town and we weren't too out of the way as he pulled into a big driveway on the side of the house. If he hadn't told me someone lived there, I would have thought this place was abandoned. The house appeared to be falling apart. The paint on the outside walls was chipping away, one of the windows must have been broken as a wooden board was nailed over it, and there were plants growing all around the side of the house as well.