Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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"Go away lover boy. Let me have some time with my bestie." Hendrix shoved Bentley aside, yanking my hand and running away with me in his grip.
I chuckled at Bentley's sour gaze fixed on Hendrix's back. I turned around, eyes catching on the building we were heading towards. A wide grin spread over my face instantly, blood humming beneath my skin. .
We slipped through the entrance of the haunted house with quick feet, slipping into the dark shadows. Upon entrance, a single red light blinked from above the lone door sat waiting at the end.
Our shoulders brushed as we ventured towards the bridge stretched before us.. Hendrix stepped forward first, feet meeting the solid metal bridge. He swiftly crossed it as I followed quickly behind him.
White and black lights faintly alternated in the dark room - providing minimalistic light. At the end was a tunnel -its depths hidden by flaps of black satin falling before it.
Hendrix glanced back, lips spread wide with mischief, eyes twinkling with delight. He stepped through, disappearing behind the curtain. I slipped through without hesitation, shafts of satin brushing against my arms, encasing me in a false illusion of safety.
On the other side was an open room bathed in dull, yellow light. An open casket laid in the centre, its lid resting against the lip. I joined Hendrix who stood above it, back unusually straight. He startled slightly as I came up beside him, body relaxing as he noticed it was me. A lonely skeleton laid inside, covered in cheap webs and white gunk.
"Boring." Hendrix blowed his lips as we moved away, slipping down another hallway. A fake guard statue came into view, a swinging axe in its hand. The wooden axe whistled as it swung down every couple seconds, the house silent all around us. We weaved our way through and towards the next room.
It was hardly scary.
The next come consisted of a screen with the view of a train barreling down a track, the floor faintly rumbling beneath us as the whistle and blaring of a train shook our bodies, eardrums threatening to burst. I walked out of the room, leaving Hendrix behind as the boy deflated with annoyance.
The next room was pitch-dark, but as my eyes adjusted, I saw them -nearly a dozen life-sized dolls, all staring at me. Different shapes, different sizes, but the same big, beady eyes. I shuddered.
A Nerf gun sat nearby. I grabbed it and ducked between two dolls just as Hendrix's footsteps approached. I watched through the gap as he stepped inside. His eyes went wide. He covered his face, turned, and bolted for the exit-
Only to slam into a wall.
I clamped my jaw shut to stop the laugh threatening to claw out. I cocked the gun, holding it steady as I aimed for the back of his head as he muttered to himself. I pressed the trigger, chest twinging with pain at the force of keeping my laugh in as he whirled around, eyes searching every corner of the room.
