Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I had this visceral reaction at the very sight of him.
“Come on. The line is gonna get crazy the longer we wait.” Bethany grabbed my hand and started hauling me toward the haunted house.
I looked over my shoulder once more, but I didn’t see the group of guys.
We got to the haunted house and came to a stop behind several people who were waiting in line. On the outside, the attraction looked like an old, two-story manor with dead trees and landscaping surrounding the exterior.
The windows were tall and pointed with shadows and flickering lights coming from the interior that played tricks on your eyes. Cobwebs were strung up all around with big, hairy-looking spiders stuck in the centers.
We got to the entrance just as the large double doors of the exit burst open, and a group of girls stumbled out, screaming as a chainsaw-wielding, masked killer chased after them.
The girls laughed, and he stopped, looking over at us and put the chainsaw down by his crotch to start lewdly thrusting it in our direction.
“Ewww,” Bethany said.
“Fucking sicko,” one of the other girls murmured in disgust.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the guy’s total disrespect and lack of maturity and showed him my own by giving him the finger. He pushed up his grotesque mask and grinned.
“Oh my God. It’s Travis,” one girl said in irritation.
“You’re such an ass,” another laughed out.
“See ya girls in English Monday.” He revved the chainsaw once more for good measure and put the mask back in place before heading through the doors he first ran out of.
The line started moving, and we headed toward the entrance, where we waited another five minutes before being let in.
The haunted house started off a little cheesy, but I assumed it was like that to get you comfortable. The interior was decorated spookily with scary skeletons on pulley systems that dropped to scare the shit out of you when you walked by. A few of the girls screamed, and I rolled my eyes. If they thought this was frightening, they hadn’t really experienced much fear in my life.
We followed a small group that had been in line in front of us and slowly walked up to a medical scene room. A doctor was doing surgery on a patient, who was awake and screaming. Blood spurted out of the chest cavity, and the patient reached out for us, pleading for help.
The doctor held up a string of intestines and shook them, blood spraying on Bethany and two other girls. We all screamed in disgust and started laughing then moved on, each room seeming a bit more intense than the last.
People jumped out at us, their bodies bloody, wearing masks that looked like their faces were melting. Some had their skin peeling off while others had their eyeballs hanging out.
And although it certainly ticked off all the boxes of a haunted house, I found the whole thing a little anti-climactic, if I was being honest.
Someone jumped out at me and grabbed my shoulders, screaming in my face. I was surprised and retreated, nearly kneeing them in the crotch. They cursed and moved back, and I pushed them fully away as I kept walking.
“Damn. Careful with that deadly weapon.” The voice was male and muffled because of his clown mask, but he pointedly looked down at my knees. “Prized jewels here.”
I snorted and shook my head. “Then keep your hands to yourself, asshole.”
I turned back around, but Bethany and the group were nowhere to be seen. I wandered the hallway, but when it split off into three different sections, I stopped in the center and tried listening for my group. But all I could hear was spooky mood music and patrons screaming.
So, I ended up taking a left.
There were a couple more forks in the hallway. I took another left, then a right.
I have to run into them at some point, I told myself. This place couldn’t be that big. But it amazed me how large the interior of the haunted house was, given the fact that the carnival itself didn’t seem that big.
I got turned around in one hallway and stood in front of a plain, normal-looking door. Certainly not anything that had been decorated to terrify people. A glance over my shoulder showed the hallway I could go back through, maybe find a way out of here to meet up with Bethany outside. But instead, I opened the door to see if there might be an exit that way.
When I stepped inside and let go of the handle to peek around some shelving units, hoping for an exit on the opposite side of them, I heard the door close. And for a moment, I just stood there, staring at what was obviously a large storage room—with no other way in or out.