The van itself was something nobody would expect if they were called to get on it by a suspicious stranger that they met while going home during Halloween. It was bright pastel-pink with a tint of blue, there were decorations all over, insted of a weird name, there was a large pastel orange heart that covered the van.

The same person who met Samara and called her got out of the van. He reached out his hand (quite seductively, as if he was gonna ask her to dance, but in a somehow creepy way as well) to Samara so that she could be dragged inside.

"Thank you, but I can manage by myself," said Samara.

"But that is no good," replied the stranger, "if I'm able to hold your hand, I'd be able to do so much for you. For example, kissing, hugging, cuddling..."

"You're creepy." spoke Samara. "I'll be able to get in by myself."

She got inside the van and the stranger then drove even faster than Samara expected. He described Samara's stay as 'important' while driving and talked about how his girlfriend was awful and he was gonna do something with Samara to cheat on her.

At last, they reached a rather modern-looking 5-story mansion that had a pool, garden, a farm and everything an average billionaire would have. The stranger took her inside the house, where, as he expected, his girlfriend was not there.

"She's lazy," explained the stranger. "I worked so hard for this beautiful mansion with everything it's got and yet she isn't grateful. She says I've been cheating on her with a couple girls lately."

"Just break up with her," replied Samara. "She's no good if she keeps on thinking that you cheat on her a lot and does not believe you. Trust goes both ways."

"Correct." continued the stranger. "Anyways, would you like me to show you a secret?"

"If it's a secret then I don't wanna see it. Secrets are meant to be kept, not spilled," answered Samara.

"It's gonna be fun. I do that with my victims every day. They like it." whispered the stranger.

"Okay, I guess?" replied Samara.

She was led to a large, empty room with two chairs facing each other. The walls were painted plain white and, alongside those two wooden chairs, there was nothing but emptiness surrounding them.

Both the guest and the host sat down on the chairs.

"Would you like to play the firetruck game and later do something else?" asked the stranger after a long pause.

"Sorry, but what's the firetruck game?" asked Samara.

"Just a simple game where I touch you, and then I go lower and lower. And when you feel uncomfortable, just say 'red light' to stop."

"Okay then, sure."

The stranger first touched Samara at the chest and, as he said, he went gradually lower until she felt that he was touching her inappropriately.

"RED LIGHT!" yelled Samara.

"Fire trucks never stop at red light, silly," replied the stranger and kept on surrounding her lower parts and somehow managed to get her along with him on the floor.

Just when Samara was at the brink of feeling the most uncomfortable feeling one could ever imagine, she heard a sweet but kind-of-strict voice coming from the entrance.

"I'm home!"