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I walk into the room, the grin on my face widening when they flinch away.
“Za—” Mark starts.
“You know how old these scars are, Mark? Very old. My opponent was a formidable one, but do you want to know who ended up on the floor with their throat slashed and holes where their eyeballs used to be? Certainly wasn’t me, fucker.”
Mark tries to brush off my story with a laugh, the sound choked and broken. “Zack, please, we weren’t speaking of your girlfriend.”
“Mark, the last thing you want to do is lie to me.”
Just as Mark opens his mouth, a little door in the room springs open and out crawls the biggest fucking nuisance of the night.
“For the love of God, please leave me alone,” I snap. Mark and his friends turn to find the doll straightening, a determined gleam in her eye.
Her face brightens. “God has nothing to do with this, silly.”
Chapter 29
The Manipulator
“I
think if I don’t go sit the fuck down, I’m going to collapse. You’ll have to peel me out of this mud.”
I point towards a bench. “Go ahead and relax. I’m going to go through the House of Mirrors real quick.”
“Fine by me, it’ll take you forever to get out of that thing, and it’ll be time to go.”
The House of Mirrors has always been one of my favorite places. It’s an elaborate maze of mirrors, and very difficult to find your way out of. It’s one of the biggest buildings at the fair, and they fill every inch of it with mirrors.
The fair will close in about a half-hour. It’s pushing it, but it should be just enough time to get through it if I concentrate.
The house is painted all black—no array of colors, flashing of lights, or smoke. I’ve always thought it was trippier like this. Sometimes it feels like being in a silent room, left with nothing but your thoughts as your own image haunts you.
It takes all of five minutes before I’m thoroughly lost. I keep my hands held out before me, preventing me from running face first into one of the mirrors.
I did that a couple of years ago and my nose was bruised for a week.
A few minutes pass by with nothing but the company of my own reflection. My heart rate is pumping erratically, my breathing uneven with excitement. Despite the pounding in my chest, this is where I feel most… normal.
Off in the distance, I hear a faint shuffling of feet. Not very many people come in here, especially this late, but there’s plenty of people who like to take on the challenge.
Continuing on my wayward path, I concentrate on where I’m going, soon forgetting about anything else going on around me. The trick is to focus on the floor and not your reflection.
Just as I almost face plant a mirror, I hear a dark chuckle. My head snaps up, the tone of the laugh sounding evil. A spark of adrenaline ignites, pumping the chemical into my heart and kicking up the speed further.
Did an employee dressed as a monster sneak in here to mess with me? I wouldn’t hold it past them. They’re known to follow people around and terrorize them.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn to find my bearings. If there is a creepy monster in here with me, I’d rather they not get close enough that I have to look at a thousand of their reflections.
Finding my way past the mirror that almost gave me a nose job, I start ahead again.
“Little mouse.” The whisper seems to travel from every direction.
My limbs lock, not sure if my imagination is playing tricks on me or if Zade is actually here.
Unfreezing, I force myself to keep moving, hoping I’m just imagining things.
“Where are you, little mouse?”
