<div class="floatright">(http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u309/goldark1984/Avatars/GabriellaFox3.jpg)</div>For much of the car ride Carlotta kept to herself in the passenger seat. She was feeling rather surly and didn't feel like talking. Carlotta expected this haunted house to suck but there really wasn't much else to do around the college. She wished her daddy had let her go to UCLA but he had insisted on Castleton because he thought Vermont sounded classier. And if there was anything that could make Carlos Vega stand up to his daughter it was his own image. So she was stuck. Sure, she had found some friends and pretty wild ones at that. But all their lesbo shit got on her nerves sometimes. If they wanted to fingerbang each other until they got carpal tunnel so be it. Carlotta just wished they'd be a bit cooler about it. It wasn't her thing and she didn't want to hear about it. The occasional dick was just fine with her, provided it didn't last long or get too messy. Luckily the few guys she gave it up to were so horny it was over before Carlotta could get too bored.<br/><br/>Speaking of bored, the car arrived at the house. Strangely enough, Carlotta was feeling a bit creeped out when she saw the place. She chalked it up to be in a strange area for the first time. A much bigger problem was the two flat tires on the car. To make things worse, her phone wasn't getting any bars, just like Lissa's.<br/><br/>"Fuck! I can't even get a hold of my daddy to ask what we should do! That shithole better have a landline."