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 away, yanking my hand and running away with me in his grip.
I laughed at Bentley's annoyed gaze on Hendrix's back before I turned back around. I spotted where we were heading for and I grinned brightly.
We didn't pause as we came to the front of the haunted house, immediately stepping through the door and into a dark room. Upon entrance, a single red light sat above the open door at the end and we walked side by side towards the bridge that laid before us.
Hendrix went first as he stepped onto the bridge and walked across whilst I followed beside him.
White and black lights alternated faintly in the dark room; providing minimalistic light. At the end was a tunnel - that we couldn't see though - with flaps of material falling around it.
Hendrix looked back me, grinning with mischief as he stepped forward and disappeared into the tunnel of material. I followed behind, stepping into it, careful of my footing. The soft fabrics swept across my skin and I made my way through until I came out the other end.
On the other side I was met with a room that held an open casket at the end and I joined Hendrix in standing above it. A lonely skeleton laid inside, covered in webs and white gunk.
"Boring." Hendrix whines as we moved away and towards a hallway that had an eerie, dimly lit, yellow light.
A fake guard statue came into sight with a moving axe that came down every couple seconds and we weaved our way through and towards the next room.
It was hardly scary.
The next was a room that blared train noises until your eardrums burst, and a projector showed a train track on the wall. Unexpectedly, the room began to shake as if we were actually on a collision course and I yelped as I fell sideways into a wall.
Hendrix fell flat on his face, avoiding a narrowly missed arrow that came shooting out of the corner of the room.
I walked out of the room, leaving him behind. Entering the next dark room, I could faintly make out a dozen creepy life sized dolls staring back at me. There were dolls of all shapes and sizes, with one thing in common; big, beady eyes. I shuddered immediately.
Spotting a nerf gun at the side, I grabbed it and hid between two dolls just as Hendrix's steps came into hearing range.
I peeked through the space, watching as he entered and his eyes widened at the multiple real looking dolls. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, turned around and headed back for the door.
