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This one is set up to look like a patient’s room, and in the middle is an old mattress with a skinny looking kid covered in blood wearing a straight jacket. He’s yelling nonsense and flopping around on the bed, when another person comes busting into the room dressed as a nurse. “Ah! New victims! Please! Come follow me!”
She follows us through the rest of the room shouting different things, and I don’t even have time to take a breath before we’re in the media room, which has an old school black and white version of “The Puppet Master” horror movie playing. One side is set up like a stage with marionettes moving around, and of course we have to walk right by the damn things to get out.
I’m trying to walk as far away from them as I can, when the one dressed like an old rag doll says, “Come hang out with us, we have your rope!” followed by a childlike giggle. I high step out of the room with Bodie hot on my heels.
“Isla, you know I love you, but at this moment, I also hate you,” he tells me under his breath.
“Don’t worry baby, I hate myself right now, too,” I mumble back.
When the others catch up, we walk slowly through the hall to the dining room, where the table is set up with food that looks like different body parts. There are hot dog fingers, jello shots in syringes, a skull made out of different meats, and the creepiest part is that the food is laid out in a way to make it look like you’re eating parts of an actual person.
We each grab a small snack and keep walking through to the kitchen, and there are fake body parts hanging up everywhere, a ‘witch’ standing over the stove making a stew that you can see eyeballs floating around in.
Just when I think we are getting safe–since this room wasn’t that scary–we follow the tape down the hall to the conservatory and suddenly five clowns jump out of one of the doors, which sends me, Bodie, and Silas scrambling and screaming down the hall. They chase after us, and I have a feeling the twins and Callum are enjoying themselves way too much.
The clowns stop once we get into the conservatory, which looks like a haunted forest. You can hear sinister laughter and children’s giggles, but it’s so foggy you can barely see anything. We can see shadows running around us, and we feel slight brushes along our skin.
“Come join us, you’ll never leave our forest,” is whispered over a hidden loudspeaker.
“And on that note, I’m out of here!” I grab Bodie and we haul ass, running through the door that leads to the pool house and burst through.
People start clapping and cheering as we come to a sudden stop. “Glad to see y’all made it!” José comes sauntering over.
“Bro, that was brutal! I’m so glad we are done!” Bodie huffs.
Brittany, the party planner I hired comes over smiling. “So how was it?” she asks.
The four big assholes burst out laughing as they come through the door behind us. “Oh we loved it! Bodie and Isla on the other hand, about pissed their pants on more than one occasion,” Silas informs her.
“I seem to recall you running right alongside us when the clown came out, dickhead.” I push him away from me, joining in the merriment.
“Aww, come on Wildflower, don’t be like that,” he pouts.
I turn to face Brittany, “You outdid yourself! I asked for scary and you delivered. This was amazing!”
She looks relieved. “I’m glad! I was worried it would either be too scary or not scary enough. I’m going to go check on things, so y’all enjoy the rest of your night.”
“After that, I need something strong,” I tell the guys, walking towards the beverage table to fix myself a jack and coke. I’m not normally a big drinker, but I definitely need something to calm my nerves.
“Are you okay, Isla?” Callum asks, pulling me into a hug.
“Yeah, I’m okay now, but I hope you all know I won’t be sleeping alone for at least a month after that trauma,” I tell them, then take a sip of my drink.
“I completely agree, Angel. I will either be cuddling with you or one of the guys. That was fucking awful!” Bodie shudders.
“I never realized my big burly viking was such a chicken shit like me,” I glance over, smirking at the man in question.
He glares at me. “We all have our faults, and mine is I scare easily. Silas is terrified of clowns. Callum is scared of the dark, Odin has arachnophobia, Orin is claustrophobic, and I hate haunted houses.” After his little rant, all the guys are glaring at him, apparently unamused by his revealing their weaknesses.
As scary as that was, getting to spend time with them is amazing. It never gets old feeling like I’m actually wanted.
