05 Jun
The ride hes been dreaming of
In a matter of seconds Jeff came to a curve and a red light. "Fuck it," Jeff thought as he sped through it. It was 1:30AM, the area was deserted, and no one was going to stop Jeff now. Jeff was on a roll. Within moments he rolled up to Denton Hall, where Peter lived, and parked directly in front. Denton was a red brick building, about 9 stories tall, situated next to a large open parking lot with many tall lamp posts at even intervals. It was a cold and damp night. There was a moist fog in the air, and the bright flood lights from the parking lot cast eerie shadows and streaks of light through the wet air. The moist air mingled with Jeff's cold sweat and formed a sweet acrid smell, which excited Jeff.