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proceeds went to charity. It wasn’t even a house, it was more like an office building the Shriners called their temple. Currently, the temple was overrun by hundreds of zombies.
“So, we’re going to do this?” I asked, walking toward Amber and the group of boys she’d found the minute we got there. The alcohol made me less upset about Louis, but uneasy about the haunted house.
Ava stopped in the street and said, “Are you afraid?”
“No,” I lied.
“You are! How are you afraid of a fake haunted house?”
“I don’t know. It’s just too dark and there are those people who lurk around. They can’t touch you but you can’t see them and,” I shuddered, “I’ve got no control in a place like that and it just freaks me out a little.”
“You can talk to real ghosts, including having one as a best friend, and fight off evil spirits, but this is scary?”
“Yes.” I opened my mouth to explain but I couldn’t verbalize it. Ghosts made sense to me. Rotting faces and roaming undead triggered some sort of irrational panic.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. “Well, get over it.”
We joined Amber and the boys and got in line to pay admission. “Hey, Jane!” a zombie with dreadlocks called out.
“Hi, Tony.”
Chained up zombies met us at the front door and lunged and lurched in our direction. Amber shouted playfully but we’re shuttled through a narrow opening into a dark foyer. I bumped shoulders with the people around me and tried to keep a hand on Ava, but it was too crowded and too dark.
“Jane,” Ava called. “You in here?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t be scared,” Tony said from beside me. He smiled through caked-on blood and guts. “It’s not that bad. Remember they can’t touch you.”
I’d heard that before.
Two guys dressed as prison guards directed us through the first hallway, listing rules of the zombie apocalypse. “The only rule you need to know is always aim for the brain. See you on the other side.”
I stepped forward, following the people around me, my heart banging in my chest. Taking one final step toward the hallway, I looked over and saw a pair of familiar ice blue eyes staring at me. The crowd pushed from behind and I stumbled into complete darkness.
Each room was composed like a nightmare, bloodied bodies, creepy clowns. Silent demons hid in every corner. I shrieked, bumping into those around me. No one cared. They were too busy freaking out themselves.
After a moment, my goal became to get out of the house. That was all. I wanted out. With that mission in mind, I barreled through the crowd, pushing and wedging my way between the excited people.
“Watch your hand,” I heard Amber say. In a brief flash of light, I saw the wicked grin on her face. She spoke to a guy in the shadows, lifting her eyebrow in encouragement. “Or don’t.”
The room turned hot and stuffy and I can’t discern my friends from the goblins hired to staff the house. I spotted a hazy light ahead and narrowed my focus. The exit was that way.
I left my group, chasing the light, until I came to a fork in the hallway. The faint blue light led me to the left. Eerie red smoke filtered from the right. I chose right, going after the fake dramatics.
The crowd thinned, which made the air cooler, and I continued down the corridor. I passed a room with a row of fish tanks, zombie heads floating inside. Gross. A man with an eye patch sat in a recliner staring at the tanks. He moved and I screamed.
“It’s from the TV show.”
I spun and found zombie Connor standing behind me. His blue eyes unmistakable even under the guts and gore. I took a breath and said, “What?”
“That guy with the eye patch is from ‘The Walking Dead.’ Totally weird.”
“Yeah, weird.”
“What are you doing here?”
“My friends and I came down – that girl Amber told us to come with you guys.”
“Well, I’m trying to get out of here.”
“I think you took a wrong turn.”
“Then why are you
“So, we’re going to do this?” I asked, walking toward Amber and the group of boys she’d found the minute we got there. The alcohol made me less upset about Louis, but uneasy about the haunted house.
Ava stopped in the street and said, “Are you afraid?”
“No,” I lied.
“You are! How are you afraid of a fake haunted house?”
“I don’t know. It’s just too dark and there are those people who lurk around. They can’t touch you but you can’t see them and,” I shuddered, “I’ve got no control in a place like that and it just freaks me out a little.”
“You can talk to real ghosts, including having one as a best friend, and fight off evil spirits, but this is scary?”
“Yes.” I opened my mouth to explain but I couldn’t verbalize it. Ghosts made sense to me. Rotting faces and roaming undead triggered some sort of irrational panic.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand. “Well, get over it.”
We joined Amber and the boys and got in line to pay admission. “Hey, Jane!” a zombie with dreadlocks called out.
“Hi, Tony.”
Chained up zombies met us at the front door and lunged and lurched in our direction. Amber shouted playfully but we’re shuttled through a narrow opening into a dark foyer. I bumped shoulders with the people around me and tried to keep a hand on Ava, but it was too crowded and too dark.
“Jane,” Ava called. “You in here?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t be scared,” Tony said from beside me. He smiled through caked-on blood and guts. “It’s not that bad. Remember they can’t touch you.”
I’d heard that before.
Two guys dressed as prison guards directed us through the first hallway, listing rules of the zombie apocalypse. “The only rule you need to know is always aim for the brain. See you on the other side.”
I stepped forward, following the people around me, my heart banging in my chest. Taking one final step toward the hallway, I looked over and saw a pair of familiar ice blue eyes staring at me. The crowd pushed from behind and I stumbled into complete darkness.
Each room was composed like a nightmare, bloodied bodies, creepy clowns. Silent demons hid in every corner. I shrieked, bumping into those around me. No one cared. They were too busy freaking out themselves.
After a moment, my goal became to get out of the house. That was all. I wanted out. With that mission in mind, I barreled through the crowd, pushing and wedging my way between the excited people.
“Watch your hand,” I heard Amber say. In a brief flash of light, I saw the wicked grin on her face. She spoke to a guy in the shadows, lifting her eyebrow in encouragement. “Or don’t.”
The room turned hot and stuffy and I can’t discern my friends from the goblins hired to staff the house. I spotted a hazy light ahead and narrowed my focus. The exit was that way.
I left my group, chasing the light, until I came to a fork in the hallway. The faint blue light led me to the left. Eerie red smoke filtered from the right. I chose right, going after the fake dramatics.
The crowd thinned, which made the air cooler, and I continued down the corridor. I passed a room with a row of fish tanks, zombie heads floating inside. Gross. A man with an eye patch sat in a recliner staring at the tanks. He moved and I screamed.
“It’s from the TV show.”
I spun and found zombie Connor standing behind me. His blue eyes unmistakable even under the guts and gore. I took a breath and said, “What?”
“That guy with the eye patch is from ‘The Walking Dead.’ Totally weird.”
“Yeah, weird.”
“What are you doing here?”
“My friends and I came down – that girl Amber told us to come with you guys.”
“Well, I’m trying to get out of here.”
“I think you took a wrong turn.”
“Then why are you
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