Post by Idazle on Oct 27, 2012 20:42:30 GMT -5
Lightning illuminated the cracked and broken windows of the haunted house. The thunder came almost instantly. I glanced over at my friends and bit on my lip. “Is this really a good idea?” I asked as I lifted my phantom mask. “It looks really creepy.”
“That’s the point,” Cady groaned, rolling her eyes. “It is a haunted house!”
“Still. I don’t like this one,” I complained.
“You don’t like any of them,” she pointed out.
“But I have an especially bad feeling about this one,” I went on.
“Stop complaining and just come on,” she said, tugging me into the front door.
“Where did you even find this place?” I asked as we crossed the ornate threshold.
“Online,” Cady said with a shrug.
“Are you sure it is legit?”
“Shut up and let’s have fun!”
I closed my mouth and breathed deeply. My knees were knocking as quickly as my heart. The door slammed behind us, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Cady glared at me but said nothing.
Tiny red arrows were painted on the floor. At least, they looked like they were painted. It was very hard to tell, though. They looked more like splatters of blood on the ground. Since it was a haunted house, I just went along with it. After all, blood splatters were scary.
I knelt down and ran my finger across one of the arrows. It was still wet and sticky, but it sure didn’t feel like blood. “Cady… I’m not sure about this…”
“It’s just for ambiance. Keep walking,” she told me.
I shuddered as she led me farther into the castle. Turning the collar up and my cape, I hid my peripheral vision. It blocked out the majority of the gruesome scenes.
Everything started out extremely fake. The skeletons were obviously made of plastic, and the zombies moved in jerky mechanical motions. I finally began to relax. Then, we started walking up the stairs.
Each step creaked loudly, penetrating the silence. I turned and looked at Cady. “Don’t you think it’s weird that no one else is here?” I asked her.
“It’s obscure. That’s what makes it more fun,” Cady explained. She took one more step, and all of the stairs fell away from beneath us.
We screeched loudly as we tumbled down the dark hole that opened up beneath us. As we tumbled on the ground, the stairs creaked back into place above us.
“This is way cool!” Cady announced, jumping to her feet.
“I’ve seen enough. I want out,” I told her, getting up quickly and running along the arrows.
“Tori!” Cady groaned, running after me. She grabbed my wrist and tugged me along. “We’re not done!”
“I am!” I snapped, trying to pull my arm free.
“Knock it off! C’mon! We’re almost done,” Cady protested.
“Fine…” I sighed, resigned.
We continued to follow the arrows on the ground. Things were no longer fake. The creatures began to walk around behind barred rooms, moaning and sometimes banging upon the walls. One zombie even tried to reach out and grab us.
“Cady!” I cried.
“Knock it off, you big baby!” she snapped. “Look! I can see the exit!”
As we got closer, one of the zombies walked in front of it and stood there. He reached his arms out toward me. Slowly, he limped toward us.
“Cady!” I screeched.
“It’s just an actor. Relax,” she mumbled, walking over to the zombie. “His costume is so fake!” She grabbed his nose and pulled on it. The nose and about half of his face peeled off.
“I don’t think he’s fake!” I blubbered, running for the door. The doorknob giggled but wouldn’t budge. “Cady!!!”
Our screams turned into moans as new blood-splattered arrows appeared on the floor. We couldn’t wait for the next group of humans to come and feed us. Guess you can’t trust everything you read on the internet.
“That’s the point,” Cady groaned, rolling her eyes. “It is a haunted house!”
“Still. I don’t like this one,” I complained.
“You don’t like any of them,” she pointed out.
“But I have an especially bad feeling about this one,” I went on.
“Stop complaining and just come on,” she said, tugging me into the front door.
“Where did you even find this place?” I asked as we crossed the ornate threshold.
“Online,” Cady said with a shrug.
“Are you sure it is legit?”
“Shut up and let’s have fun!”
I closed my mouth and breathed deeply. My knees were knocking as quickly as my heart. The door slammed behind us, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Cady glared at me but said nothing.
Tiny red arrows were painted on the floor. At least, they looked like they were painted. It was very hard to tell, though. They looked more like splatters of blood on the ground. Since it was a haunted house, I just went along with it. After all, blood splatters were scary.
I knelt down and ran my finger across one of the arrows. It was still wet and sticky, but it sure didn’t feel like blood. “Cady… I’m not sure about this…”
“It’s just for ambiance. Keep walking,” she told me.
I shuddered as she led me farther into the castle. Turning the collar up and my cape, I hid my peripheral vision. It blocked out the majority of the gruesome scenes.
Everything started out extremely fake. The skeletons were obviously made of plastic, and the zombies moved in jerky mechanical motions. I finally began to relax. Then, we started walking up the stairs.
Each step creaked loudly, penetrating the silence. I turned and looked at Cady. “Don’t you think it’s weird that no one else is here?” I asked her.
“It’s obscure. That’s what makes it more fun,” Cady explained. She took one more step, and all of the stairs fell away from beneath us.
We screeched loudly as we tumbled down the dark hole that opened up beneath us. As we tumbled on the ground, the stairs creaked back into place above us.
“This is way cool!” Cady announced, jumping to her feet.
“I’ve seen enough. I want out,” I told her, getting up quickly and running along the arrows.
“Tori!” Cady groaned, running after me. She grabbed my wrist and tugged me along. “We’re not done!”
“I am!” I snapped, trying to pull my arm free.
“Knock it off! C’mon! We’re almost done,” Cady protested.
“Fine…” I sighed, resigned.
We continued to follow the arrows on the ground. Things were no longer fake. The creatures began to walk around behind barred rooms, moaning and sometimes banging upon the walls. One zombie even tried to reach out and grab us.
“Cady!” I cried.
“Knock it off, you big baby!” she snapped. “Look! I can see the exit!”
As we got closer, one of the zombies walked in front of it and stood there. He reached his arms out toward me. Slowly, he limped toward us.
“Cady!” I screeched.
“It’s just an actor. Relax,” she mumbled, walking over to the zombie. “His costume is so fake!” She grabbed his nose and pulled on it. The nose and about half of his face peeled off.
“I don’t think he’s fake!” I blubbered, running for the door. The doorknob giggled but wouldn’t budge. “Cady!!!”
Our screams turned into moans as new blood-splattered arrows appeared on the floor. We couldn’t wait for the next group of humans to come and feed us. Guess you can’t trust everything you read on the internet.
and that kills me