The Funhouse

Funhouse

   Our walk to the funhouse was very...interesting. Not only was there one man that glared at us, but three. Their faces look familiar. Like the ones from the front gate, balloon game, and another man from the ball toss game.
   "Did you see those guys looking at us?" Taylor asked worriedly
   "I did." Grace said.
   Me and Ryan said at the same time, "Me too." Both with a scared look on our face.
   Something was not right, but we continued to ignore it and walked into the funhouse. The lights on the sign were almost burnt out and some flashed occasionally.
   "This is so creepy!" I wailed while staring down the foggy and dirty funhouse hallway.
   Still in my head I could hear something telling me this was not right. But once again I didn't acknowledge it. I felt like we were being watched.
   There were sounds of chainsaws and the creepy laughing of clowns, which I thought was a little too extreme. This place was more like a haunted house to me. With there being so much screaming of people who wanted a good scare and the way it was set up. Except this place had mirrors that made your body shape and move differently. All you could see was blackness with a few strobe lights here and there. The walls had crazy patterns. Stripes and polka dots. People dressed as clowns jumping out of every nook and cranny trying to scare the crap out of you.
  "Ahhh!!!" Taylor screamed, then bumped right into me. "Sorry." She said sarcastically.
   To be honest I think Ryan was getting sick of it himself. How he looked at the way she acted.  It was like when someone cuts in front of you in a line. That's how I felt anyways. I think she was getting on everyone's nerves. I wouldn't be super surprised if they didn't last that long after tonight.
Right after telling the group, "Something had just touched me and I felt like something was not right," it happened again. Something in the darkness grabbed me. No more lights flashed, it was completely pitch black. The touch felt as cold as ice. It sent shivers down my spine and into my fingertips. The air grew thin and it was harder and harder to breathe.
I looked for help, but no one was around. I was alone, no one in sight. It's like I was part of a magic trick, but everyone else disappeared and I was somehow the magician.
   My only thought was, "This is how it all ends. Everything leading up to this moment had made me realize that I'm going to miss life and all of its pleasures. Why would anyone do this to me, taking away everything I hold dear. I know that I will not survive this. I wish I-I."

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This was my first book to ever write. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think in the comments!