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Haunted House

The floorboards creaked with every step I took. The footsteps got louder. I could feel my pursuer's eyes burning a hole through me. I didn't dare turn around. I ran as fast as my poofy Alice in Wonderlandesque dress allowed. My heart was racing and I could almost hear the ominous sound of my heartbeat and its breathing bouncing off of the old walls. I didn't know where I was running to, I just knew I had to run.

{Previously}

"I'll be fun! I promise!"

"You said that about the role coaster last month." I reply, shuddering at the thought of the towering, metal death trap I was forced on to.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to throw up?"

"Oh, just shut up, Luke!" I huff, folding my arms across my chest.

"Come on Alice, where's your Halloween spirit?"

"Don't call me Alice."

"I thought you wanted to get into character?" He says, eyeing my blue and white Disney style dress.

"I hate you so much right now."

"Come on, Y/N. Don't say that."

"I don't want to go to some stupid party in the middle of nowhere!"

"I'm sorry, princess. I'm sorry for teasing you and forcing you on that roller coaster. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

I stare into his eyes, seemingly thinking about his statement. "Will you hold my hand?" I ask in the most innocent voice possible, batting my eyelashes at the 6ft boy.

"Of course I will!" He says, a dopey grin on his face. "Now, come give me a kiss." He coos, puckering his lips. I chuckle silently, closing the gap between us and pressing our lips together.

***

"What are you supposed to be anyways?" I question, staring at Luke who was seated in the drivers seat. His attire for the evening was all black and that was it, no hint of a costume or anything, just black.

"I honestly don't know."

"Well, you look stupid."

"You're just full of love today."

"Pull over." I say and he obliges, parking the car on the side of the empty highway.

I rummage through the mess in my purse, pulling out my "Red Velvet" Limecrime velvetine lip colour. "What are you doing?" He asks, his eyes widening at the sight of the cylindrical tube.

"I'm going to make you look less stupid. Give you some fake, fake blood."

"Do your worst." He sighs, sinking into the seat.

I dab the red liquid on his thin lips, allowing some of the colour to drip down his mouth. "See, now you don't look as stupid!"

"Geez, thanks babe, love you too."

***

The house looked straight out of a horror movie. Ivy crawled along the walls, pillars rested atop the roof, the shutters and shingles were worn out and the entire property was encased by a looming, iron gate. Fog creeped around the house, rising up towards the sky and resting low on the ground. The moon was the only light source for miles, dimly illuminating the house.

"Who would have a party here?" I murmur, my eyes filled with worry.

"It is a Halloween party, it's supposed to be creepy!"

"It doesn't look like there's a party: no cars, lights, music, it looks empty."

"We're probably just early."