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.


5. Try All You Want

In the dark room I sat, once again. No sign of escaping now. I felt a presence around me at every second. My heart beat was slow and kept it's pace. I was calm. I felt natural in this evil environment now.I had gotten use to the horror of this so called fun house.

I still needed to think of a way out, a way I could escape this mayhem. I know there probably was no way out of here, but it was worth a shot,. The room was too dark to see around, but maybe, just maybe if I ignored the presence of the ghosts and spirits and just found my way out I would be okay. Maybe if I believed they weren't real, they wouldn't be able to harm me. I don't even care anymore, so if I die, I die, big deal. The thing was, I actually did care, a lot, I just didn't want to show it in case it ruined my plan. A small tear escaped my eye and I was quick to wipe it away.

"There is no way out," the devilish voice called out, "You are stuck here...FOREVER!" Evil laughter bellowed the low roof above me. I had to stop believing. I had to convince myself it was all fake.

"Try all you want! But you can't keep me here!" I yelled and stood up from the chair I got thrown in earlier. I placed my long tan arms out in front of me and started to shuffle my feet around the room. I was looking for a wall so then I could find the door. If my plan was working. nothing would be able to hurt me and there would be no illusions. I searched for the "WALL!" I smiled.

I searched along the hard cement for the door. The wall was cold and tough. It scratched my hands as I slid across it. It felt like a wooden door and I searched for the doorknob. As it creaked open the light from outside the room peered into the small claustrophobic room. It shone in and brightened everything up. I stepped out and as I peered one last time in the room all that was in there was a chair, my broken heels and an empty floor with splatters of blood around where I sat.

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