“Wait before we leave, you have the coolest accent, is it like Canadian or something?”
“Yeah, I’m from New York,” I felt my cheeks warm up whenever someone commented on my accent.
“That’s so cool; I could like listen to you talk all day!”
“That’s what everyone says,” I laughed.
We moved onto the next room. It was a narrow, dark hallway, dust settling on the wood floor, cobwebs hung high in the corners.
I couldn’t stop my skin from crawling as a torturing wail came ringing came from a room leading out of the hallway.
A long dining table sat in the middle of the room filled with food that had obviously been sitting there a long time. On the chairs sat rows of long dead corpses, their heads lolled to the side.
On a silver dinner platter sat a head of a woman, her blue eyes raised in alarm.
The haunting eyes swivelled towards me and she let out another cry for help.
I couldn’t help a scream escaping my lips.
Mistakenly, my hands flung out and grasped Richard’s arm.
“Sorry,” I whispered, taking my hands back.
“No problem, you can grab me as much as you want to.”
“I’ll protect you from the evil creatures in here,” I could make out his lips curling into a smirk
“Shut up,” I slapped his arm.
“Ouch,” he whined
“Aww, did I hurt the little princess?”
“Your mean.”
“I know I am,” I laughed.
“You’re a weirdo.”
“So are you.”
We both cracked up laughing.
“I think we should keep moving,” I tried to pull my lips down because my cheeks hurt from smiling, but it didn’t help.
“Look out for the scary monsters,” he teased.
“Shut up princess,” I scolded playfully.
“Do I look like a girl to you?” he asked.
“I can barely see you, you might be a girl for all I’m worth,” I joked.
Richard laughed.
“Let’s get out of this place,” he replied in a high pitched girly voice.
“Okay, now you do sound like a girl.”
He grabbed my shirt sleeve and led me down the hallway.
We passed lots more rooms but I didn’t dare to look in them in case I should do something unexpected again.
We entered another room.
It was isolated, but a strange feeling drifted around the room like something was going to pop out all the sudden.
A strange figure walked out of the shadows.
“Richard…” I began.
It looked like a mutated zombie.
The holes were his eyes were supposed to be were bloody and empty. His clothes were ripped and the colours faded. A long knife with a curved point was clutched in his hand. He began to descend towards us with a creepy smile planted on his face.
He roared and swung the sword in a frantic wave at our direction.
“RUN!” I screamed at Richard and we both sprinted towards what we thought was the exit.
A splintered wooden door was at the end of the room, but it was locked.
Richard kicked it frantically but it was no use, we were trapped.
“I’m coming to get you,” the voice that came from the back of the room quivered slightly.
He was coming up fast behind us, dragging his dud leg behind him.
I started screaming and pounded at the door.
“HELP US! SOMEBODY GET US OUT OF HERE!”
“It’s no use,” Richard panted, shooting a strained look at me.
“I know I’m probably wasting my breath, but I think you’re cute and I wish we could have spent more time together so I could actually get to know you.”
“Really,” I whispered, my heart beat quickened, and not just because of the zombie that was centimetres from reaching us.
“No joke,” he whispered back.
“I wish we had more time too.”
His warm hand found mine and I closed my eyes and gripped it tightly, prepared for the blow that was probably going to leave my head on the cold floor of this dungeon for years to come.
But instead of feeling the knife pierced my heart, I heard grinding gears of something being opened.
“The door!” I shrieked, dragging both of us to freedom.
We fell in a heap on the floor and the door slammed beside us, trying to get our breaths back, and our minds.
“What just happened?"
Richard burst out laughing.
“It’s not real,” he gasped, holding his sides.
“It’s all fake; we’re in a haunted house at the Royal Melbourne Show remember?”
“Oh,” the word escaped my lips and I giggled weakly.
“It’s so real though.”
“I know,” he groaned.
“Let’s get out of this place.”
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.”
He took my hand again and we wandered our way quickly around the spooky house, running into only a few different rooms along the way, encountering more creepy people that were in standing in position everywhere.
I could finally see light streaming through a crack in another wooden door.
We pushed it open and the beloved sunlight came shining onto my face, making me wince and blink a few times before I finally came to my senses.
"Well, that was an adven…“my voice trailed off.
