Unconditionally Yours

CHAPTER 14

Author's note: I apologize for this awfully long delay,i had personal problems and a general writers block,thank you for your understanding. Votes and comments help a lot:) love you peeps❤️

As we enter the haunted house, the atmosphere feels tense and the air around us is heavy. I look around at the white walls that have bloody handprints on them, and cobwebs are in all the corners, as if it hasn't been cleaned for a long time. One man is standing in the room; he looks to be around forty, his thick-rimmed glasses sliding a little down his nose as he lowers his head slightly, staring us down. I take a look at his clothes-the blue amusement park logo is unmistakable-and the tag he is wearing seems to be crossed out, just like Sandra's. The name Paul can be seen beneath the lines of what I assume is a marker, and just under it, in big red letters, the words ASSHOLE SLAYER are written.

This makes me laugh out loud while Viktor just looks at me like I'm insane, but I ignore him, unable to contain my laughter.

Asshole slayer? I don't know the context of it, but I feel like Sandra or one of her idiot friends wrote that, and the thought makes me laugh even harder.

"Have you gone insane, babe?" Viktor asks me, chuckling slightly as he stares at me with a raised eyebrow.

Babe? I feel happiness swell in my chest at the nickname. It's such a simple thing, but it has such a major effect on me. I'm really acting like a little schoolgirl in love. I shake off the butterflies, point to the man's name tag, and turn my head to Viktor.

"Look, Viktor! It's one of those great slayers like in fairy tales!" I yell, trying to sound like a kid seeing someone cosplaying their favorite hero, making exaggerated motions with my hand.

Viktor turns his head to look at the words on the man's name tag and bursts out laughing, making me laugh once again and clutch his arm, my whole body shaking with laughter.

"Ha ha, very funny," Paul says, giving us a piercing glare.

I compose myself and stand upright from my crouching position during our fit of laughter, wiping away an excess tear that has spilled down my face.

"Sorry, sir, you are right; it's not funny," I tell him, trying to seem more apologetic than I actually am while holding in my laughter.

"No, you're right; it is funny, but I will never live that joke down," Paul says begrudgingly. "But that is not what you are here for; you are here to pick your own haunted experience," he adds, turning slightly to show us an elevator with a skull painted on it. Its eyes were bleeding, looking sickeningly terrifying, but Viktor didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by it.

"You will enter this elevator and pick one of the three floors we have available, and your choice will dictate how hellish your experience will be," Paul continues, gesturing dramatically as he speaks.

A hellish experience, huh? We haven't even made it past the lobby, and it's already been hellish. Coming here maybe wasn't my brightest moment, considering Viktor isn't even fazed by all this. He actually seems quite excited.

"What are the options?" Viktor asks, breaking my train of thought and, by the giddy smile on his face, proving that he, unlike me, isn't even the slightest bit afraid.

"Your options are Crazy Clown, Murder Mansion, and Horrific Hospital," Paul says, looking dangerously menacing.

I glance back and forth between Viktor and Paul. Viktor seems to be debating what to choose, while Paul looks like he is hoping we choose the most terrifying option, and I'm just wondering who came up with those goofy rhyming names for the floors.

"Can you tell us something about each floor?" Viktor questions, excitement clearly present in his voice.

"Certainly," Paul says. "On the first floor, you will find yourself being pursued by a murderous clown who has many tricks up his sleeve," he explains, his eyes twinkling at the prospect of terrifying us.