#what are y’all dressing up as? I’m gonna be Chrissy Cunningham!!

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Haunted House Panic!!!

A/N: I can’t believe it’s almost Halloween! And it’s almost time for this series to end! There’s one more fic after this!!

“Woah…”

Molly looked up the giant haunted house. The manor was probably once a place of glory, of wealth, of power. Now it was nothing more than a shell of its former self. Then again, it was probably for the best, since it was all the way out in the woods. It unnerved her that a family once lived here. If anything were to happen here, no one would find her for days.

She exhaled and turned to Olivia. The younger woman had agreed to go with her to this event, only because her other friends ‘had something else to do’ but she knew that was an excuse to spend time with the elder.

“You sure this is the place? I don’t wanna spend too much time out here, I’m freaked the hell out,” Molly asked, pulling out the flyer she had been given.

Olivia looked up from her phone and shoved it in her jacket pocket.

“Yeah, the address on the flyer matches the sign out there,” she said, looking at the towering structure. The younger woman adjusted her glasses.

Molly’s nerves were somewhat calmed, though not by much. Olivia must have noticed, because she grabbed the shorter woman’s hand without a word. She smiled at the silent gesture.

“Thank you so much. Honestly, I don’t know what I was even-”

Molly was cut off by a blood curdling scream. Two girls; she thinks they were the Ashes, but she couldn’t remember, ran out. Hand in hand, they looked terrified. They ran past Molly and Olivia, and into the forest.

Olivia raised an eyebrow at the two girls.

“Geez, what the hell made them scream?”

“It probably nothing, maybe we should get-”

Another scream pierced the night air as Alex ran out the house, covered in his usual amount of sweat with Tod (or maybe it was Rod?) in his arms. The two boys ran to Olivia and Molly, white as ghosts.

“Oh my fucking god! It was horrible,” Tod cried, still shivering in Alex’s arms.

Molly was seriously having second thoughts. If Tod, who was normally chilled out, was terrified, then she was bound to go insane in that madhouse.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

Alex shook his head.

“I can’t even describe it. You’re on your own,” he warned.

And with that, the two boys ran off into the night.

Molly nervously danced in place. So far, two pairs had run out of the haunted house petrified. If one more pair came out screaming and crying, she was taking Olivia going home.

“Maybe we should head back. Four people just ran out of that place screaming. Whatever they saw, it must’ve been worse than anything we’ve seen before,” Molly said, playing with the ends of her scarf.

Olivia glared.

“No fucking way. We came all the way out here, and for what? To turn back around? Besides, those are practically children, they jump at anything. It’s probably not even that scary,” she drawled.

Just as she said that, Sam came running out of the house, nearly tripping in the front steps. He blinked away tears and looked pissed. Peter followed not too close behind, shouting apologies.

“Look Sam, I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was gonna be *that* bad, believe me! I’m sorry, okay?”

Sam walked off, flipping the bird as high as he could.

“Fuck you! I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the night!”

Peter raced after his boyfriend, his hair whipping around his face in the breeze.

After the two were gone, Olivia gestured to the forest.

“See? I told you it wasn’t that scary. If someone like Alex or Sam ran out of this place, it’s probably harmless, those two are scared of everything,” she stated.

Molly glared at her.

“Alex has paranoia, don’t be a dick. And Sam is just jumpy!”

Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Suuuuure. Let’s go in!”

And with that, she dragged Molly into the house, smiling.

The minute the two entered the house, Olivia felt a sense of dread and foreboding wash over her.

Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?

Not wanting to show fear, she asserted her dominance over the situation.

“We should hold hands. After all, I don’t want you getting lost, since you’re soooo scared,” she said, putting on a smile.

Molly simply just smiled back at her.

“I’m good!”

Is she okay?

The two went down what must have been the foyer, though with how the house was set up neither could tell.

Olivia frowned, so far, this place was lame as fuck. But she came all this way out here, so there was no turning back!

“Yknow, maybe we should just turn ba-”

She was cut off by Molly knocking her out of the way and getting on top of her.

“Eh? What the fuck was that?”

Molly got off of the younger woman and helped her up.

“Sorry about that! There some sort of laser set up! It’s the kind that burns through skin and right down to the bone,” she said, gently hopping over the trap,

Olivia looked on in shock at the actual lasers that were on clear (haha that was a pun please laugh) display and jumped over them aswell.

The two wandered to what seemed to be a dead end and stopped. Olivia was confused.

Molly felt around the wallpaper and pushed to the side. Sure enough, there was a sliding wall, which revealed a whole other section of the house.

“How did you know it would work,” Olivia asked as Molly moved on forward.

“I don’t know. I just did. Now come on, let’s keep going,” she said, Olivia trailing not too far behind.

A dark cloud of fear penetrated her mind, and she had half of it to run out. But there was no turning back.

Molly turned around, her expression stone cold and unwavering.

“Olivia, I think it’s best if we split up. You’ll take the left wing; I’ll take the right. Okay?”

No! The thought of being alone in a house that could collapse at any point was fucking terrifying.

“W-what? I though we’re gonna-”

“Great! I knew I could depend on you,” Molly said.

And with that, she ran off to the right wing. And Olivia was completely alone, in the center of the path.

She swallowed, and headed left, whispering assurances to herself.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. If Sam and Alex came running out of this joint, you can definitely make it,” Olivia whispered to herself.

Just then, something came out of the dimly lit hall that nearly made her piss in fear.

“Are you sure you’ll make it out,” a breathy voice called from the shadows.

Olivia whipped around, her eyes wide.

“What the fuck? Who’s that? Show yourself,” she ordered.

All of a sudden, a girl in a 50s style dress came rushing forward, eyes completely white. She was covered in blood and was holding a large cleaver.

Olivia screamed in fear, and she ran. Far away, out of the left wing, and straight into Molly.

She knocked over the older woman, and both shirked in surprise.

“What? What’s going on? Why the hell are you screaming?”

Olivia shook and sobbed, gripping onto Molly’s coat.

“There was a ghost! It was some girl dressed in 50s clothes, and she was holding a cleaver,” she sobbed, shaking like a leaf.

Molly pulled the both of them up and glared.

“Get a grip! There’s no such thing as ghosts!” She was tired, scared and hungry. Her expression softened as she saw her girlfriend’s face all red and tear-streaked.

“Ah, I’m sorry for yelling. Let’s just…go upstairs.”

And so, the women went hand in hand upstairs, Olivia making the sign of the cross with her free hand ever so often.

They reached the top of the stairs, and the went to the right.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got this!”

Molly’s words of reassurance did nothing to calm Olivia’s nerves, but she smiled anyways.

“Hell yeah we do! Let’s blow this popsicle-”

She was cut off by manic giggles and was instantly drained of all color.

“-stand. What the fuck was that?”

A voice came from the shadows. It was high pitched and annoying, but unsettling at the same time.

“More like…who the fuck what that?”

A fucking clown, complete with John Wayne Gacy-esque makeup and a fucking axe came running towards them at full speed.

In order to not get their hands cut off, Molly and Olivia separated, jumping out of the way.

Olivia punched the clown at full force when she saw her coming towards Molly. She fought the hateful harlequin, strike after brutal strike coming in a quick succession.

“Leave my girlfriend alone you bitch,” she spat, covered in blood and bruises.

Olivia spotted a door, which said “Exit” in a child’s handwriting, and saw light coming from it. Turning to Molly, she barked an order.

“Run to the door! There’s gotta be an exit or some help! Go!”

Molly nodded fearfully and started to sprint.

The clown, who was still under Olivia, smirked.

“Good job restraining me. But I should mention one thing…”

Molly’s blood pounded in her ears, and she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t anything. Escape was all that mattered, and any fuck up would cause her doom. Somehow, she heard from the clown.

“Ah! I forgot to mention, there are trap doors all over the floor! So watch your step, Molly…”

Oh shit.

Just as the clown spoke, Molly could feel herself going through the floor. As this happened, the world became a haze of gray, and she was brought back to the other timeline. She felt like she was in mid-air again, like she was hurtling towards death again. In the distance, she could hear her name being called, but she didn’t know whether it was her or Olivia or the clown.

Just before she could go to an agonizing end, Molly could feel a hand gripping her wrists. Two hands gripping her wrists.

Olivia looked down upon her, heaving and shaking, but with a victorious smile on her face.

“I got you just in time! You’re welcome,” she smirked, pulling the shorter out of the trap door.

Molly gripped onto Olivia, and the two didn’t bother to look back as they ran towards the exit door.

They reached for it together and pushed forwards.

Warm white light blanketed the two at first, but that didn’t last.

They were greeted by…Sam? He smiled, dressed in a cheap Ghostface costume, and waved to them.

“Congratulations! You made it through the entire haunted attraction! I honestly thought you wouldn’t make it, haha!” he cheered, holding a bowl of candy.

The two women stared in shock. Didn’t he run out into the woods?

“What the fuck? Didn’t you just run out the house and into the woods? And same thing goes with Peter, the Ashes and everyone else,” Olivia questioned, gesturing to everyone else. Peter flashed a peace sign as he sat on the couch in the corner.

Sam turned around to face to the two women and set down the candy.

“Yeah, we did. Until you both went inside. We went around a separate entrance and set up everything! Julie was the creepy vintage lady you probably saw in the left wing behind that bookcase, Kim was the creepy clown, and Clear and Wendy worked to set up the lasers,” he rattled on, using his hands to explain.

Molly stepped forward.

“So you were behind the trap doors too? Or was that someone else?”

Sam frowned.

“I thought we scrapped that plan,” he said as he turned to everyone else.

Putting back on his usual smile, he picked up the bowl of candy once more and offered it to the two.

“Anyways, did you like the experience?”

Olivia sputtered. After all she’d been through, this asshole was the nerve to ask if she liked it?

“Are you serious? I thought I was gonna die!”

He smiled and gave a fistful of candy to her.

“Well that sucks. Have some candy as compensation!” he offered up a packet of Red Vines. Fuckin’ bastard.

“Hell no!”

Molly stepped forward and took them, ripping them apart with her mouth like a wild animal.

“If you don’t wanna ‘em I’ll take ‘em! I’ve been starving for hours,” she said.

A day later, Olivia did extract her revenge. In the form of jumpscaring Sam when he came into work early the next morning.