1666 Dead End Boulevard, they call it that because the street is literally just a cul-de-sac lined on either side with dense trees and no buildings aside from a large community center at the end. The lone structure was once an elaborate mansion from the 1800s owned by a rich plantation tycoon. It was passed down through the generations until 1910; the final heir to the house, after living there for ten years, rushed out and decided to donate the land to the community. The reasoning is still unknown, and reports tell of him having a flushed face and a somewhat guilty expression. Nevertheless, the property was accepted, however no one would dare enter the mansion out of fear of what skeletons one might find in its closets. So, the decades passed and bought along their fair share of wear and tear to the run-down builing at the end of Dead End Boulevard; that is, until the 1970s, where, by then, a plethora of curious youngsters had ventured into the place and returned with no apparitional harm. The town took notice of the popularity generated and decided to renovate it into an attraction. Eventually, there had been so many parties and celebrations there (including the infamous Halloween Ball) that it slowly morphed into a general community center.

Now, October 31, 2014 8:00 PM, the Halloween Ball has begun again. You decide to put on a costume and head on over there yourself knowing very well there are other 18 year olds attending along with a few good friends. At 10:00, the party really starts to reach its peak attendance for the night with floors packed and music pumping. Overall, not a bad time, until the doors and windows sporadically slam shut and all technology cuts out. A loud voice makes its presence with a few grand cackles.

"Ha ha ha ha! So, my warning was not headed after all! Fine, then. Allow me to demonstrate my curse's might! Everyone currently in here will be trapped and forced to transmutate into the very beasts they disguise themselves as! Furthermore, you all will be forced to enact your base impulses of lust. This is your punishment for defiling my culture. Now, begin your suffering! Ha ha ha ha!"

With that, mysterious flashes of light appear, as everyone begins to twist, turn, and cringe from the discomfort of transformation. You are no exception, as your own body begins to writhe in pain, turning into the monster it was cloaked to be.