Nicki leaves with her 6 friends for a spontaneous trip out to LA, with nothing but relaxation and adventure on their mind, some a little more adventurous as others. And everyone knows, that in a group of 6 friends, there is always meant to be one crazy person. But crazy may be a bit of an understatement; maybe, demonic? Unusual things begin to happen throughout the day, slight hints of karma and regret. All things aside, Nicki was enjoying her day with her boyfriend Alex and her friends; however, they slowly disappear one by one, thinking nothing of it the 2 continue, enjoying the crazy city sights and people. Things start to go terribly wrong when night falls over LA, on the most satanic day of them all, Friday the 13th. Torture begins to set in, the town rather empty and silent, gusts of wind sway through the halls of an antique, creaky hotel. The only thing giving off light are the candles that stand out from the walls. Hotel Beelzebub has come to life, as it may seem. Nothing has ever prepared Nicki for what she is about to witness, walking into her hotel room. Regret really starts to sink in, blame becomes directed, blood begins to run, screams become echoes and fear sets in. Torture. Pain. Crucifixion. The nightmare becomes lucid, and suspicions concurred. One by one, Nicki slowly loses the people close to her, except one. The one friend that always had her own opinions, her own direction in life, and disappeared before the day even began. Hiding in a closet, listening to the screams of agony, trying to find ways to save them and herself. Minutes feel like seconds, time has come to a halt, waiting for midnight to strike. Thousands of thoughts rushing through her head. Midnight strikes. Suddenly all is black, and she awakes in her own bed. Could it all have possibly been a dream? A simple scare from the universe? Someone knows...
