Page 18 of Eternity of Horror
"You can grab us at my place around 8 p.m.. This is gonna be so much fun!" She lets out a bit of personality in her otherwise dry demeanor.
After hanging up, I sit the phone down next to me on the bed and stare at it. No new messages. He must be busy. If he was free, he would let me know,right?I don't want to come off clingy so... I won't reach out to him. I just hope he isn't still upset with me for touching whatever that box was in his basement. I've never seen him flip out like that, and I would be lying if I said it didn't scare the shit out of me. Maybe a few nights away will be good and rekindle that fire. I'll leave him be.
I sigh, remembering I now have to go to some stupid haunted house with my asshole friends and a crazy clown.I hope he kills them.My eyebrows raise at my own intrusive thoughts. That's bad, right? I shouldn't wish death upon my friends. Then again, they aren't really my friends. Just a bunch of leeches I picked up on my walk through the swamp of life. I chuckle.Real deep, Lilith.
Letting out another sigh, I stand up. "Well. Let's get ready to go out, I guess," I say to myself before I start searching for something to wear.
My car is now filledwith voices as I start the drive to this mysterious haunted house. Scarlett sits up front with me while Alex, Jamie, and Rob line my backseat. Bythe burning fumes emanating from all of their mouths, it's very apparent that they’d been pregaming for a while before I picked them up. A bunch of drunken fucking idiots at a haunted house, what could go wrong?
"Ok, where am I going?" I try to cut through the laughter and conversation that, as usual, doesn't include me. Nobody responds. "Anyone wanna tell me where to go?" Still, they continue as if I’m not there, and fuck do I wish that were true. I could be getting dicked down by my... well... I guess I shouldn't say MY man... but... it's just me up here in my head so... dicked down and creampied by MY man right now instead of this bullshit. I try again, louder this time, "HEY! Will someone please tell me where the fuck I'm going?" There's absolute silence for a solid three seconds, and it's the greatest moment we've ever had together.
"Jesus, chill out," Alex says. "We don't know where it is."
I slam on the brakes, and the car screeches to a halt. The car collectively groans and complains about the abrupt stop, but I don’t give a fuck. "I'm sorry, did you just say you 'don't know where it is'?" I ask as I slowly turn my head and look at Alex like I'm going to rip their fucking head off. Because I just might.
"Someone's got her period," they grumble under their breath. "Look, the psycho clown's flier says to come way out here, and then we just need to follow the red X's that are on the trees. That's how we get there," they say as they slam the flier into my hand from the backseat.
I growl as I unfold the flier and look itover. Yup, just as I suspected, this is bullshit. As I scan the handwritten and hand-drawn designs scribbled on this piece of paper, I can't help but feel like I recognize it. Something about it feels familiar, and I just can't figure out what it is. I toss the flier up on the dash, put the car in drive, and keep moving. Deeper and deeper we go into the backwoods of town, putting an almost uncomfortable distance between us and any sort of civilization, any kind of help should something go wrong.
Something catches my eye on the side of the road as we come around a bend. My high beams hit a tree and, just like the paper said, dead center is a big red X. The tree is old and dying, like everything else in these woods. This is actually a perfect spot for something like this. I slow down as we get close to it and roll my window down. "Well, I found your X," I say to the group as we come to a stop in front of the tree.
"Thick, always hard, and not a brain in sight? Yup. Sounds like my X, alright," Scarlett says with a smirk. I roll my eyes at her before turning back and seeing a small road on the other side of the tree. I turn down the path slowly, the darkness swallowing up the beams of my headlights and camouflaging where it leads. Only the sounds of breaking twigs and crunching leaves seep in through the window and whisp around the otherwise silent car. Another X. We continue to follow.
"This is fucking creepy," Rob chimes in before throwing back another nip.
Jamie hits him in the arm. "You said you were out! Give me one!" she demands, looking at him. When hecontinues to ignore her, she rolls her eyes before saying, "Please!" A smile spreads across Rob's face as he pulls another nip of alcohol out of the pocket of his hoodie and hands it to her. She takes the entire thing in one quick gulp.
We continue slowly, the car feeling like it's trying to tiptoe through eggshells as we drive over the death that has fallen from the trees. The road narrows, getting tighter and tighter on each side as the trees reach out their twisted branches. It's as if they are clawing at us, pulling us deeper into the belly of the forest. That's when the headlights shine on another car ahead of us. It looks like we aren't the only ones here.
"I'm just going to park here. Looks like there may be one other car in front of this one. Not a very popular haunted house, guys," I snark at them. The eyerolls look choreographed the way they all hit at once. "They can wait for us to be done, I'm sure." I throw the car in park and roll up all the windows.
As we all get out and stretch our legs, we can hear faint music in the distance. Slow and creepy circus-style music. Nothing terrifying about that coming out of the darkest forest I've ever been in. "He wasn't kidding when he said that it was really scary," Jamie says softly.
"Bitch, we aren't even there yet, and you're already scared?" Scarlett snaps back at her. "This better be really fuckin scary after the way he practically attacked us. I hope it's full contact and they separate us and shit. Tie us to stuff or bring us in different rooms and spray blood on us."
"Maybe you'll get lucky and he will fuck you with his clowney cock!" Alex shoves Scarlett with a laugh.
She sighs. "I could only be so lucky to have a filthy, dirty, murderous psycho pump me full of his cum."
The way I smile. She has absolutely no idea. But I do. I have had my cunt filled by a murderer and just the thought has me lining my panties with a slick layer of excitement.
Our feet crunch the decaying earth beneath us as we start walking toward the sound, all of us using the flashlights on our phones to illuminate the way. Another red X along the path lets us know we are heading in the right direction. I glance over my shoulder and squint, looking for all the cars that have now been consumed by the night. I swallow hard and turn back around, feeling my anxiety climb up my stomach like a sloth, slow and steady. I’m not worried about the haunt, I'm worried about finding our way back. The X's get farther and farther apart, and my brain is starting to do that thing where it questions if we even saw an X in this direction. The only confirmation that we are going the right way is the fact that the music is getting louder as we go.
"I think we should turn back," Jamie says as she stops, the light on her phone visibly shaking in her hands.
"If you want to be a scared little bitch and walk back by yourself, be my guest. But we’re almost there, and the rest of us are going." Scarlett gets in her face. God, she can be such an asshole sometimes. Obviously, Jamie is scared, and she's definitely not the only one whodoesn't want to be here. Before I can open my mouth, Scarlett glares at me. "All of us are going," she repeats, making direct eye contact with me. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking over to Jamie and hooking my arm through hers.
"I got you, come on. It'll be fine." My words of comfort are quickly disregarded as Jamie pulls her arm away from me and uses her shoulder to bump mine as she pushes past.
"I'm not a fuckin’ baby, Lilly Bean. Please don't touch me. Let's just get this over with," she snaps at me, and my face flushes with embarrassment. The heat only intensifies when everyone looks at me and laughs before following behind Jamie, leaving me to be last in the procession.
As we near the end of the path, bits of the facade can be seen peeking through the silhouetted treeline. The music is crackling and muffled like it's being played through a loose connection on blown-out speakers. The dreary, almost slow-motion sounding carnival music pairs well with the architecture of the entrance, creating a very unsettling feeling in my guts. The odd shape and asymmetry definitely make me feel uncomfortable. It's constructed from scraps of wood, branches, and what looks like trash, creating a run-down house and front porch scene. Red and white stripes of different thickness paint the exterior. The lines are not running straight or in any kind of pattern. It genuinely feels like a crazy person put this together.
There are two groups of people already here waiting. Part of me is thrilled we don't have to go first,and that there are, in fact, other people here, but the other part of me wishes we could just get this over with so I can call Osiris. I miss him so much right now. I would give anything to taste him, any part of him. Every part of him.
A creepy voice yells from the front door, and the first group enters. I don't pay much attention as I pull out my phone and lazily flip through my texts from O. It almost slips from my hands when I hear the group of people scream from inside the walls. The screams get a little quieter as if they are getting farther away. I swear it sounds like fewer voices every time. Then, finally, silence. No talking, no screaming, no laughing. Just nothing. That's odd. The exit must be way behind it or something. I look at my phone again and think about what I'm going to do to O the next time we are together. If I was alone, I would definitely have something in my pussy right now. The voice yells again, and the people in front of us go in.
Like the group before them, they begin to scream as soon as they enter. I hear a bit more confusion and commotion this time though, accompanied by loud banging and maniacal laughter. My ‘friends’ continue to ignore the fact that I’m with them which works just fine for me. I just tune out their bickering about whether we should go in or not, how afraid they are or not, and of course the typical "if he gets in my face I'm going to punch him" tough guy routine. I haven't been to a lot of haunted attractions, but I’ve been to enough to know that my group is the one that most people who work there fucking hate. The ones that laugh at them saying, "You don't scare me; I see you; He's going to pop outright there; I'll hit you in the face if you touch me" and so on. It's so embarrassing.
