Fun House

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Angel is your average real estate agent looking to sell houses. "Never go in that house!" her mother once told her. Does she have to sell that house, or does she have nothing to do with it. She hears all sorts of noises you wouldn't ever dare to listen to.

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4. Christy?

“ANGEL! ANGEL! WHERE ARE YOU!” a familiar voice called out. Christy?

“CHRISTY!” I called out.

“ANGEL! WHERE ARE YOU!” she shouted, she sounded so far away. I sat up from where I had been lying. I looked around. I was at the pond.

What happened? I looked down at my body and I was clean again. No bad smell, no blood on my pants, no rash on my skin and no cut in my arm. Was that all just a dream? If it was how did I end up here lying on grass, near the water?

“ANGEL!” Christy shouted one again.

“I’m here!” I called out. I saw her, on the other side of the pond.

“There you are!” she smiled. She gained an evil look on her face and I didn’t like it. The sky was black and the stars shone like a light down on the pond letting me see my surroundings.

“What are you doing Christy?” I asked her over the river. An evil, nasty laugh came from her mouth. Like the one in my dream. Oh no! It wasn’t a dream. IT WASN’T A DREAM!

This is an illusion! Christy started to run over the water, like she had powers. With an evil grin on her face and blood started to drip from her mouth and her eyes.

“NO!” I screamed and fell to the floor in a huddle. I hid my face in my knees and kept my eyes shut tight. I can’t trust anything or anyone. There is no way out for me. I hit the floor with my fist in anger, but it wasn’t grass anymore, it was pieces of metal, causing me to cut my hand. I could feel blood dripping down my arm and onto my sleeve.

“Ouch!” I cried. Tears fell, as the pain grew stronger. “I just want to go home,” I sobbed, “I want to go home.”

 

I woke up, in the same huddle I fell asleep it. I opened my eyes and rubbed them, but I was quick to close them as I realized were I was. But I was in the white room again; no dead body’s this time. I slowly opened my eyes back up and had a small peep around. A DOOR! I saw a door that entered into the room. With a little gap it let light shine through. I should make a run for it. It’s my only opportunity.

I stood up, not trying to make noise and crept for the door. These broken shoes didn't help, so i slowly and quietly took then off my feet and placed then on the floor. Now I was left with my tights on.

Slowly and steadily and pulled the door towards me to make the gad bigger for me to fit through. On the other side was a hallway, just a regular, old fashioned hall way. I snuck down it and saw multiple doors. Which one? I don’t even know. You know, once I thought about it, the house was much too quiet. Not a single noise would escape, not even the floor boards below my feet. Even my tip-toeing made not one sound. I regretted taking off, but I couldn’t go back now. This was my opportunity.

 

What if they are watching me now? I looked at each door and carefully examined them. There were five doors all in a line. Which one do I risk taking? My eye kept looking back at number 2. I would most probably take number two. For some reason I defiantly didn’t want to take door 4, so that’s the one I was taking. I had a gut feeling that this was the right one. I slowly crept towards door 4.

“GRR!” an evil growl escape from something. I turned to my right and there was a blood thirsty zombie. Wearing a blood splattered brown blouse it was standing at the wall looking at me.  Its lifeless eyes were staring at the blood on my body that had escaped from the cuts. I could tell it was hungry and all I had to do now was risk it.

I ran for door and opened it but it was locked. “Damn!” I muttered in desperation. I ran for another door and the zombie was so close. I opened it and a great sigh of relief came over me. The zombie grabbed my shirt but I ripped it away and ran in the door and slammed it behind me holding it.

Are zombies stupid? What if it opens the door? I heard it banging on it with all its might, but it wasn’t twisting at the door knob so obviously it had no brains. I made sure the door was secure and made a run for it down another hallway that I had entered.

“ANGEL!” Christy stopped me in my tracks as I was looking behind to make sure the zombie wasn’t following.

"Christy,” I gasped and stepped away.

“What are you doing Angel? We need to get out of here,” she said.

“I’m not falling for it again,” I protested.

“Falling for what? Come on Angel. We need to go NOW!” she tried to reach for my arm to pull me but I backed away hitting the wall. “I came here to help you. I saw your car and automatically knew what happened,” she said.

“Why did you come up this hill anyway?” I got her. I knew it wasn’t her.

“You have been missing for weeks. I came to look for you,” she said. No I haven’t. I have been gone for less than two days. I shook the anger off me. “Angel! I need to get you out of here. COME ON!” she shouted.

“I’m not falling for it again,” I cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks hard. “How do I know it’s really you?” I questioned wiping the tears.

“I’m your best friend, why don’t you trust me? I haven’t done anything,” she explained. I looked her in the eyes and she was filled with sincerity. I can’t back away anymore. I may as well try. After all, it could actually be her. She reached out her hand for me to grab it. I took a deep breath and then took her hand in mine.

She pulled me to the door and just as she was about to reach the knob she got pushed by some sort of force in the air. Was it a spirit? If it was it was a devil spirit. I hit her back on the wall with a great thump that made the wood in the wall behind her collapse.

“CHRISTY!” I cried out. Her head twisted round unnaturally causing her death. “NO!” I cried and ran to her side. “Christy…,” I whispered.

She got lifted into the air and thrown about like a bully throwing a nerd’s glasses. Her arms got ripped out and thrown on the floor next to me.

“STOP IT!” I yelled at the spirits. Christy dropped to the floor and I felt many presences swoop around me where I was knelt on the floor. My eyes stung as the tears rolled down.

This dark old 40’s style house wasn’t to my liking at all. Bad, evil spirits possessed its old wooded walls that felt like they were closing in on me. Every second of being in here made me think more and more that I wasn’t getting out. I was trapped, for life.

Why weren’t they killing me as quick as they killed Christy? They are messing with me. Why did they enjoy playing tricks on my mind so much? I could see the exit on where I needed to get, but I was too scared to make a step near that big old brown door. 

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