In this nightmare, my friends and I were driving in an older American muscle car – I was sitting in the back seat by myself – heading to the foothills for a weekend getaway. I didn’t know where we were going but my friends assured me I would like the place, which they described as a small mountain town where we could just relax. After driving for a while, we turned onto a dirt road and drove for a little bit longer. I could see some small, log-cabin like buildings and what started to resemble a town. As we got closer, I saw a big overhanging wooden sign that read, “Castration Camp.”
I freaked out and tried to open the doors but I couldn’t. My friends told me to relax and that everything was okay because I had an appointment. As we got further into the little town, I saw people walking around carrying what looked like giant fingernail clippers, which I assumed was their castration tool. I panicked and busted one of the back passenger windows and frantically made my way out of the car. I ran like hell but then heard gun shots. I looked over my shoulder and saw a few of the town folk shooting at me with rifles so I just kept running until I got to the main road.
I freaked out and tried to open the doors but I couldn’t. My friends told me to relax and that everything was okay because I had an appointment. As we got further into the little town, I saw people walking around carrying what looked like giant fingernail clippers, which I assumed was their castration tool. I panicked and busted one of the back passenger windows and frantically made my way out of the car. I ran like hell but then heard gun shots. I looked over my shoulder and saw a few of the town folk shooting at me with rifles so I just kept running until I got to the main road.
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