~This use to be a fun house, but now it's full of EVIL CLOWNS. ~It's time to start the count down. ~do do dododo do do do do DO DO DO DO

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If you haven't watched the trailer it's in the external link! I'll probs it have it up next chapter! :D

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Not one of my best ideas.

I pushed against the dark walls, having no idea where to go, “Hello? Derek?” I screamed, begging for someone to answer. Evil laughter erupted from speakers, scaring the crap out of me. My back hit some sort of curtains, and I fell through them into another room.

My butt hit s squishy, making a gust of air smash into my face. “Wonderful,” I huffed out, rapidly searching the room before me.

This is just fan-freaking-tastic. I’m in a small hallway with glass cases on each side.

The left side had heads dangling from it, with blood on them. They were obviously fake heads, but it was still scary as hell. The right side hasdan evil witch, moving back and forth on a broom stick making horrendously high pitched witch laughs.

Ok that one’s just ridiculous…

I continued to walk on, observing every glass case. My eyes drifted to some sort of large Scarecrow. The skin on the face is painted dark. I’ts clothing is ragged, and dark as well as the hat over its head. The detail on the figure was so realistic looking that it almost looked like it would walk out of the glass container if it could. The stitches on it’s eye’s look fresh, and professionally done. I moved my hand on the glass, as I walked away.

“Prepare…to die,” a hoarse voice echoed the room.

I jumped at the voice, and laughed at myself. I leaned against the glass case, taking deep breaths to try and calm my heartbeat. It’s a funhouse; of course they’re going to say that! Stop over thinking things Faith.

A soft knock on the glass behind me brought chills down my back.

You have to be kidding me. Not the Scarecrow!

“There’s just no way,” I muttered. I slowly turned around, to see the Scarecrow in its same place. I was about to let out a sigh of relief, when I noticed the object in its hand.

Mr. Wiggles.

On cue the scarecrows head lowered to mine with a smile plastered on its face. It’s teeth are all fangs, and a gleaming white. “Holy shit!” I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. I put a hand to my throat, stepping away from the glass. I started to hyperventilate, slowly moving towards the exit of the fun-house.

Why can’t I run?

It moved its head with me as I moved, and pressed a dark hand against the glass as if to push it, “I just want to play,” the scarecrow hissed, its voice hoarse.

Ok, that’s my cue to run like hell.

I whooshed through the dark entrance, into a maze of neon walls. At first the lights practically blinded me, so I stumbled and hit the walls. Dark laughter echoed the walls, making me hurry on. Sweat started to pour down my face, as I hurried through the humid house. I tripped over my feet a few more times until I let myself stop for a breath. I entered a whole different maze, one I in particular don’t like.

It’s the typical type of maze in every fun house; a mirror maze. I pushed my hair off of my face, my heart beating as if it wants to escape my chest. “A neon maze is one thing, but this?”

“Damn it, this blade is so dull,” a raspy, and hoarse voice complained bitterly from a distance, “I knew I should have sharpened it so it would slice better. When it’s dull it just doesn’t cut through the--” The person stopped, and silence surrounded me.

I put my fists up, waiting for someone to pop out out of the entrance to the maze. A black haired boy with hazel eyes scratched his head, and looked behind him, “Oh hey, didn’t see you there! Are you ok, I heard you screaming?”

“Derek?” I burst out in disbelief, “I thought you were ahead of me? We need to get out of here, now.”

He smiled and pushed a hand through his black hair, “I came back for you. I wanted to see if you wanted to get some cotton candy or something?”

I stared at him in disbelief, and then my breathing stopped all together. “You were wearing a different shirt.”

Derek frowned, looking down at his t-shirt. “I changed it…” he replied, in a duh tone.

“Why?” I blurted, stepping further away from him.

He blinked, “What kind of question is that? It was obviously uncomforta—“

“Answer it.”

Derek clenched his jaw. He threw his arms up revealing a scythe and dropped his arms to his sides, “Fine!,” he said, his voice changing into a hoarse one. He seemed to grow taller, and more muscular. A robe formed over his body and around his head. “What can I say? I love changing my disguises.”

“You sound a little self conscious,” I snapped, my voice wavering. He let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. The hood stayed in place.

“You’re adorable.”

I backed away, hitting the mirror walls. He stopped walking towards me, and grinned. He pointed to his hair, “Come on babe, I made it obvious. I even said Teddy Bear. Didn’t that give it away?” He questioned, with a raise of an eyebrow. He frowned when I didn’t answer, and spun his scythe professionally in his hand, “Ok, I’m getting bored," he shooed me with his hands, "Can you start running and screaming for help already? I have a ten o clock appointment.”

He rolled his head, his robe disappearing. Rags replaced his robes, and his face turned dark, with stitches holding the eyes shut. A hat appeared on his head. I stayed frozen, staring at the transformed person in front of me, "Well?" a hoarse voice asked, replacing the velevety one from before.

I shook my head. This ends tonight. "No."



The guy threw his arms up again, “Seriously? You’re supposed to be running, Cupcake. It’s in every movie,” the scarecrow explained, his eyeballs moving against his sewn eyelids.

I gagged a little, but held my ground, “I’m done running!”

He chuckled, “Oh, then I guess I can do this.” The scythe swung in the air towards my head, and I ducked right in time. It crashed into the glass mirror, shattering the whole surface. Three mirrors next to it also broke, from the impact. The air left my lungs, as I quickly got back onto my feet.

“Ugh, that’s going to be a lot of bad luck,” he groaned, putting his hands on his hips. He shrugged, “Oh well, your death will be worth it.” The Scarecrow lunged for me, and I dodged out of the way. I ran for an escape

“Hmm, you’re a quick little bunny!” The raspy voice man called out. He sounds as if he’s floating right behind me, “Of course when you say that you slow down! Come on, this is the best part of my damn day!” I started to sprint through the maze, crashing into the walls. “That’s better! Thanks!”

I turned several times around, and followed the arrows on the floor. When I passed the same one that says ‘There’s something behind you..’ I stopped to catch my breath. My eyes locked on a mirror that looks like a door. I pulled on it, and it opened up. I crawled into it, falling down something soft. I tumbled into a dark room, with even more mirrors. It’s a giant bouncy pit, with colorful plastic balls everywhere. “Does this… maze ever… end?” I puffed out, heavily breathing, watching all the mirrors. I pulled my legs through the colorful circles.

A evil laugh echoed the speakers, making me jump. I moved towards another entrance with curtains, starting to hear voices.

“Faith?” David’s voice boomed from far away, “Where are you?”

I opened my mouth to scream at the top of my lungs, “David, I’m in the--” A warm hand clamped over my mouth muffling the rest. My eyes locked on the closest mirror, which immediately shattered.

The clown put a finger to his mouth, and tilted his head to the ceiling. “Silence,” he hissed.



I breathed out of my nose, as he pressed his body against mine. His black eyes locked onto mine, “Who the hell is David?” he growled.

My body started to shake.

What if he hurts David?

He turned me around to bring my chin up; “David?” the Clown repeated my Boss’ name, with disgust. “Can I kill him?” he blurted, making me shudder violently. I tried to keep my face blank, but my expression easily shows how I'm feeling. The clown smiled, realizing my attachment to David.

No.

I blinked back tears, as he let go of me. I fell into the ball pit. The clown changed into a huge robed figure. He stroked his blade with a hand. “I guess I’ll have to give this David a visit then. I can’t have my little Hope happy now, can I?”

He turned and disappeared into a black cloud.

As soon as he left I got up from the ball pit, and ran to the exit. I dove through it, getting a blast of air in my face. “David!” I called out, my heart racing all over again. The carnival is dark now, and scarier than ever. I ran around the Fun House, calling out his name.

Is he already dead?

Did I kill him? Did he kill him?

Oh my God, I killed my Boss!

Running footsteps echoed from around me. I turned my head to see if anyone was following, and smacked into a wall. “Oof!” I gasped out, and clutched my nose.

David put his arms up, with two corn dogs in each hand,. He made sure to keep them away from me as we crashed. I instinctively hugged his warm body, happy to see him again. “David!” I cooed, squeezing him tighter.

He wasn’t really making an attempt to hug me back, but what the heck.

His muscles moved as he breathed, “I don’t do hugs, so sorry,” he growled bitterly, making me laugh.

I pushed away from him, glancing behind me again. You know, just encase any Clowns appeared. “Can we…go somewhere else?” I questioned.

He didn’t answer, and took a bite of one of his corn dogs. After a long moment of chewing, he took another bite. I put my hands on my hips, waiting for an answer. He searched around the area, moving his weight to each foot.

David swallowed the food, then moved his brown eyes to me His face shifted to confusion, “What?”

I grit my teeth, “I asked you a question! That was so rude!”

He took another bite of a corndog, “I didn’t want to answer. You nag me,” he explained. I widened my eyes at that response. He straightened, and turned me around. “I mean you care to much about me, not that your an annoying little woman who is frustrating. I’m taking you home. I can’t get crumbs in my car,” he added quickly, so I wouldn't burst out yelling.

“How you eat four corn dogs, I’ll never know.” I scowled at him, as he threw his third corndog stick to the ground. “I’m not going in a car with you. My friend is—“

“Oh, you’re going in a car with me,” he interrupted, in a husky voice.

“Why?”

He put the last corn dog stick in between his teeth, and brushed crumbs off his shirt.“Well first of all the tent show is cancelled, the ring leader had a heart attack. Second of all Marcy ditched you and told me to drive you home and quote: ‘Tuck you in.’ unquote.”

“You two met?”

He chewed on the stick, “No, I just made that up,” he snapped, with heavy sarcasm. “Of course we met, she was hanging out with Devin’s close friend.”

I pulled at his shirt to get him to stop talking. We stood across from each other.

"What?"

I tilted my head up to him, almost hurting my neck in the process. “I hate tall people,” I blurted, and crossed my arms over his chest.

“Yeah well, we aren’t too fond of annoying Midgets either, but you don’t see me complaining.” David motioned me to walk ahead of him with the corn dog stick, “Let’s go before I forget my politeness, and tie you to the roof of my car.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, then began to walk. “Well, this will be a boring drive home,” I muttered bitterly.

A corn dog stick hit me in the back.