We'd been so lucky when we stumbled on the old bunker hidden under a field outside of town. Just the right size for a small-ish illegal rave and far enough from town so that no cops would bother us. It started as just three of us, but by the time word got out more had come to pitch in. Bringing with them generators, lights, speakers and a few mini bar like fridges. Someone even got hold of UV paints and black light bulbs. The guest DJ's had arrived and were checking their equipment, by that there were electric cables running all along the walls of the bunker. It was then that I first felt some twinge of dread, like suddenly this was all a bad idea. I tried shaking it off, but just before people began showing up I swear I could feel someone hovering directly over my shoulder, of course I turned around to find no one. Once the lights go black and the music rises I'd got myself a drink and pressed my back against the bunker wall. I tried imaging to what the bunker must have been for to distract myself, did it hide contraband or protect people from bombs? When my mind returned to the party I saw it had already accumulated social energy was gaining unnatural momentum. UV body paint begins to go flying, painting the dancers in neon rainbows. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something or half something like a shadow only viable by the speckles of paint gracing it's outline. Someone launched a water balloon filled with UV body paint and it's splatter adds more detail to the shadow.figure. With better definition I saw how it was moving between the dancers with unnatural flexibility and grace. More paint flies as the bass drops and the crowd goes insane with rhythmic dance and I was frozen because that's when I saw it grow in size with the electricity of social energy. Once it had grown so large it a swung it's hideous talons at the end of elongated limps slashing open several dancers at once. I'd been frozen in the overwhelming panic and fear, blood now too high lighted more features such as it's eyes and mouth. Although it could be said that it had neither and yet both. When it was done with the slaughter it looked at me and it's eyes smiled at me before it crawled on it's enormous body out the bunker door. Why it left me alive, is a question that haunts me. I think about that bunker and it's purpose still, maybe it was for keeping the thing locked up or maybe it was for summoning it forth. I think we have been feeding it, feeding on the raw nirvana that comes from loosing yourself in a moment to music in a crowd. Maybe it only existed in the space of the black light.