I knew coming to this carnival was a stupid idea. I wasn’t the third wheel, but the fifth wheel. My friends said that I’d have a great time, that I would enjoy myself and also promised that they wouldn’t leave me. But here I was, in possibly the worst of situations.
Not only had I lost my friends, but I had lost them whilst I was in a haunted house. I kind of got the feeling that they were trying to ditch me all night, and I couldn’t blame them. I knew that they would want to hang out with their boyfriends and that’s exactly why I didn’t want to come. I knew this would happen, but I didn’t know it would be this bad. This was probably the worst place that they could have left me, as I was very easily frightened. And now I was lost inside this stupid place.
I kept telling myself that I could do it, find my way out, but on my first attempt at leaving the room I was in, someone dressed as a zombie crawled out of a doorway, groaning and walking towards me. I know, I know. It’s just someone dressed up, but I just really didn’t like it. I ran straight past them, screaming and flapping my arms around. I spotted a closet and ran inside, shutting the door behind me.
I had now been in this cupboard for around 20 minutes. I didn’t dare make a sound, I considered calling my friends, but I didn’t want to feel like a burden to them again. As after all, they had only just got rid of me. Maybe I could just wait here until morning or when the fair closed?
As I was considering my options, the door quickly opened and closed, a body stumbling inside. I screamed as whoever or whatever it was tripped over my feet and fell on top of me. I started to hit the person as they attempted to jump away from me, yelling as well. I stopped when I realised that they sounded just as scared as I did.
“A-are you a zombie?” I stuttered
“No,” said a boy’s voice. It sounded as if it belonged to a teenager as oppose to a fully grown man. “But that one out there was horrible!”
“So you saw that zombie too?”I asked
“Yes,” he said, taking a few deep breaths, probably trying to calm himself, much like myself at this moment. “It was terrifying! I nearly peed myself.”
“Same here, I hate haunted houses.”
“Then why are you in one?” he asked.
“My friends wanted to come in here, it was probably the only place they could ditch me and say that it was an accident and that they couldn’t find me.”
“Your friends ditched you in here?” he asked incredulously.
I nodded, forgetting momentarily that due to the darkness he wouldn’t see, “yes.”
“Whoa, who even does that?”
“I can’t blame them really.”
“Why not? They can’t just leave you in here.”
“They just wanted some alone time with their boyfriends, I suppose. I kind of knew it was going to happen, just not in this situation. That’s why I told them I didn’t want to come, but they still convinced me and promised that they wouldn’t leave me, but oh well.”
“That’s messed up.”
“I suppose it is.”
“So what were you planning to do? Run out of here arms flailing?”
“No, I was going to stay here until the park closed, or until morning. I hadn’t quite decided.”
“Seriously? You can’t do that! How long have you been in here?”
“Around half an hour.”
“No way! We’re getting you out of here.”
“I don’t think I can go back out there,” I whispered.
“Me neither, but if I go with you, then maybe I could,” he thought aloud. “What do you say? How about we do it together?”
“That’s a possibility,” I considered. I thought of the pros and cons in my head. Either I can get out of this creepy house and as far away as possible, or I could stay in here all night worrying that the zombie or one of the other actors may come across me in the cupboard and scare me. I took a deep breath, before speaking with what I hoped was some kind of confidence. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay then,” he said, both of us getting up from out tangled mess on the floor. “My hand is on the door handle, are you ready?”
“No, not yet.” I fumbled around before I found his hand, grabbing it with my own. I ignored the strange feeling that suddenly seemed to erupt within me, shaking it off as fear. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
He squeezed my hand in encouragement, “3...2...1!”
With that he flung the door open and we ran out screaming, we spotted the zombie in the far corner of the hall, but we ran down the staircase as fast as we could. We swerved around the corner, running straight into a guy dressed as some kind of mutated sheep man and turned around, running the other way. A ghost popped out from the ceiling and I hit it in my manic panic, realizing that it was just a sheet as it floated down to the ground.
We then realized that we were faced with a dead end, a window in front of us. A clown face popped up on the other side of the window and I jumped, grabbing onto the boy beside me tighter. He gripped onto my hand tighter as he pulled me through another corridor. We ran through a hall decorated with bats and coffins, a vampire was about to rise from his coffin when we spotted the exit, we ran towards it as fast as we could, the vampire cackling behind us.
We ran out back onto the fairground, still running until I stumbled over my feet, falling to the ground and due to the fact that our hands were still joined, I pulled the boy along with me too. All of a sudden, I began to laugh uncontrollably, and I heard the boy burst out laughing too. I was just so happy to be out of there. When our laughter died down, he stood up, pulling me up with him. And that’s when I finally looked up to see him.
My breath got caught in my throat as I saw him look down at me too. I began to blush uncontrollably.
Standing in front of me was Ashton; the very guy that I had had a crush on for the past two years.
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I met him in a Haunted House
RomanceI hated Haunted Houses, my friends had ditched me and someone just crawled into the cupboard I was hiding in.