Frerard One Shots

The Haunted House

#10
The Haunted House
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Frank;

I cannot believe that Rebekkah thought it'd be a great idea to bring me to a haunted house. I just can't. She knows this shit freaks me the fuck out. I can handle horror movies. I can. I really can. But when it happens to me in real life, I kid you not, I will piss my fucking pants.

She basically forced me into her Mini Cooper against my will and started the hour drive to the haunted house. What a cunt. "Frank, it isn't going to be that bad. I've been told that this one isn't even that scary."

"You're a liar, Rebekkah! I heard people at work talking about it. There was a guy who chased them with a fucking knife! Is that your definition of 'not that scary'?!" I'm not even lying. I was in the kitchen at work, cooking some food, when I heard some of the others talking about it. It terrified me just thinking about being there. How am I going to react actually being there?

"They were probably overreacting," she assures me, waving her hand around. "Relax, let's listen to some music." She turns her volume up and plugs her phone into the auxiliary cord (yes, while she was driving. Safe, right??). She scrolls through her music and turns on Stray Heart by Green Day and starts singing loudly.

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As she pulls into the parking lot near the haunted house, I get goosebumps all up my arms and legs. I'm getting anxious, I'm getting paranoid, I'm getting even more terrified. I really don't want to be here. Rebekkah is lucky that she's my best friend.

"Come on, the line is probably long already. I don't want to wait forever!"  She gets out of the car and locks it as soon as I close my door. She wastes no time in grabbing my hand and pulling me along. I had to struggle to keep up with her long strides.

We get to the line, which isn't that long, if in being honest. There's only about twenty people here. Aside from that though, I see a really attractive guy a few people ahead. He's got choppy, dark colored hair and porcelain looking skin. He's dressed casually: loose blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket on over it that's partially zipped up. He looks exhausted, but he's energetically talking to a boy a few inches taller than him. He's not too bad either. He's got shorter dirty blond hair, a lanky figure, and a sort of smart look about him.

"Who are you looking at?" Rebekkah asks, looking in the direction I am. "Do you see someone? Show me! Show me!"

"Well, if you keep shouting like a lunatic, he'll just look over here himself. So, shh!" I say through gritted teeth. God. I love the girl to death, but she doesn't have a clue what the word 'subtle' means.

"Who is it?" She whines, laying her head on my shoulder and pretty much begging me to show her.

"Okay, okay. It's the guy over there," I say, pointing, "he's talking to the tall one with blond hair."

"Ohh! He is cute! You should pretend to be scared and-"

"No. No. Because, first of all, I won't be pretending, and second of all, that is the oldest trick in the book. So, unless he's miraculously turned on at the thought of me pissing myself out of fear, I'm not going to get him." She stares down at me with a mean look, kind of like she's scolding me.

"All you have to do is tell yourself that it isn't real," she informs me while rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I'll tell myself that as I'm in a real haunted house getting chased by real people, probably holding real weapons, and I'm screaming because it's happening for real. So.." I know I'm being a tiny bit overdramatic, but I really and terrified right now. I would really appreciate it if this weren't happening right now.