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Posted on the 03 July 2015 by Cfohe @FoHe
Sssh the voice and laughter mixed together made any sense of uneasiness Sammi might have felt on the long drive over there vanish, just slightly as they walked through what felt like long grass against her bare legs. She assumed it was dark, but the blindfold pulled across her blue eyes prevented her from confirming her theory, for all she knew they could have been in Connecticut by now. She had recognized one of the voices was undoubtedly Matt, of that she was certain. Ambushing her had been a dangerous game to place, but their voices had let her guard down almost immediately, otherwise it could have gone very badly.She was straining her ears to try and pick up some sort of clue as to where she was going “Where are you taking me?” she demanded, from the smell of the place it was someone damp and dusty, the type of place that hadn’t seen daylight in decades. The joke had easily lost its amusement already, ten minutes ago when he’d accidentally led her into the door, so much for trust exercises.
“You do realize it’s not my birthday” she added, or any sort of notable event in anyway, unless this was their sick way of initiating her first principal role. Stop complaining and just roll with it one of the voices spoke, Teresa, and she bite her tongue to keep from retorting. She rolled with the punches far too often, this was just another day for her, if they thought this little venture was going to scare her, they had a harsh reality check in the wings. “Ow” she muttered as she smacked right into the wall on her left. Crap sorry that was Matt again and now she was sure this was a prank.
“You are literally the worst” she spoke when she was suddenly stopped, hands on either side of her arms holding her in place. Just whatever you do, don’t take off the blindfold til we get back he added and she listened as the sound of footsteps moved away from her. “Whoa, wait what?” she asked her own voice echoing now off the walls that surrounded her. “The hell do you mean until you get back?” she called. Where the hell did they think they were going? “Matt! Tess, come on!” but there was no response, and the footsteps had ceased, or at least moved far enough out of her own range. “I have the world’s stupidest friends” she muttered more to herself as she waited there impatiently tapping her foot against the floor to keep her mind occupied. Time was passing slowly and no more voices joined her. “Any time now” she voiced when suddenly a screamed erupted through the house.
“hilarious” she voiced, at first not shaken until the eerie silence settled in again. Tess? Matt’s voice echoed through the place now and was quickly followed by another scream, this one far less high pitched and despite her general attitude that sinking feeling started to settle in. “Guys this isn’t funny” she warned, and it wasn’t, it really really wasn’t. If they only knew the shit she had to deal with when they were at the studio they wouldn’t find this stupid prank remotely amusing. “Matt seriously cut it out” and yet there was no response. “Shit” she muttered removing the blind fold now letting it hang around her neck, breaking the rules entirely. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the place around her. It took her a moment to take it, the damp, dusty smell made sense. The house was not exactly falling to pieces but definitely looked like it hadn’t seen human contact in at least a decade. Pressing her lips together, she bite the inner flesh of her lower lip to fight the annoyance that was building up. A haunted house prank? That was just high school bush league stuff. She wondered briefly, where they’d even managed to find the place when she pulled out her phone and did a quick locate. Woodbridge, CT well that had been one hell of a drive.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” she called out. “You drove two hours for a prank?” she called out as she started making her way across the floor. “You two really need a life” she assured them. The lack of response was making her nervous, no matter how calm she managed to stay on the surface. She didn’t even have her bag on her so she was weaponless. Moving through the house now she made her way to the kitchen, maybe it was being over prepared but if they hand salt left in these cupboards she wasn’t risking not getting her hands on it.
Pulling out her phone again she watched as the screen flickered on and off, reception suddenly dropping to zero. “Son of a –“ suddenly it appeared before her in seconds and while she had been caught off guard the surprise didn’t even register on her face, she hadn’t as much as flinched. “Holy sh-“ she ducked as the …thing, man as it would appear reached for her neck, quickly dodging her way out of its grasp.
IDIOTS. God, of course they had to find the one damned haunted house that was ACTUALLY haunted. That sickening feeling returned now as she wondered where they were, and why, had no one known about this place? Iron, Iron…somewhere, there had to be something. Over on the ground she saw an iron curtain rod half hanging off the window of the back door and she darted for it, closing her hand around the surface and swinging it toward the apparition. It disappeared before her eyes and she held tightly to the makeshift weapon praising, well whomever, that it had actually been iron.

She had a rocksalt filled shell around her neck, but it was useless to her without a weapon to fire it from and more so than before she began cursing her friends for thinking this was a funny idea. Hearing the door again she hoped it was them and she hurried back to the hall. “Joke’s over jerks we gotta go, like now”

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