Ominous whispers float on the air, surrounding your body in a cold embrace. Where am I? You wonder. You try to pull yourself into a sitting position, only to be stopped by a blinding pain in the front of your mind. The concrete is cold, but sticky--warmth seems to be spreading under your head. You can't focus on anything but the pain. 

Minutes later the pain subsides, but you feel nauseous as you look at your surroundings. You're in the center of a concrete box, no way in or out save the steel door to your right. On the wall facing you, "Fright Night" is scrawled  in sloppy red letters. You're horrified, but try to convince yourself that it's only paint. 

The whispers grow louder, forming a chant. You stand, ignoring your dizziness, and go to the door. The chant is louder, clawing it's way into your mind until you can focus on nothing else. You must find out where it's coming from. 

Pulling the door open, you find people in black cloaks. They're standing in a circle surrounding what seems to be a stone table. Is something laying there? The scene deeply unsettles you, but you're not sure why.

You notice that the chant is coming from the cloaked people. You push your way through them, and you're hit with a shocking scene.

It's your own body lying on the stone, surrounded by cloaked figures. Just minutes ago you were at home, reading a story on Wattpad. And you're not exactly lying on the table, you're watching yourself lie on the table. What the hell is going on?

One of the cloaked figures puts their arm around your shoulder and speaks quietly, as to not interrupt the chant. The voice is comforting and musical. "You have committed the sacred act of following me, lowkeypisces, on Wattpad."

She pauses, handing you a black cloak identical to hers. "You are one of us now, brother. Welcome to the Cult."