The Haunted House - Enter If You Dare!
"I can't believe we're doing it," Brad said as they move towards the foreboding edifice.
"Yea, I know," Bill replies, "Were stupid, but I want to prove to our friends that we can spend a night in some old house on Halloween night." As the sun fades behind the hills, a black void of darkness engulfs the landscape.
"We should go in," Sue said softly, "it's getting cold."
"I bet the house is haunted," Jose said as they enter the oak doors.
"Yea," John grunts, "I bet we'll see a lot scary shi..."
"Hay watch your Language," Mike shouts. "There are ladies present." The kids start laughing.
"I kind of like being called a lady," Brenda said.
"Just to let you know," Brad said, "I did a google search on this house and most people think the house is haunted, however Dr. Smith a top-rate parapsychologist concluded that house had no paranormal activity. So guys, no matter what we find inside the house it's not real. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"Right-On," John said. The kids start to laugh in relief.
They enter the house and look around, its smells like death and the kids wonder if they made the right decision. But what the hell, life is short and the night is young...
The kids make there way into the kitchen, it's dark and grungy...
"Why are the lights on?" Jill inquired. "You would think the electricity would be turned off by now..." Brad shrugged his shoulders not sure what to say.
"Well, I wonder if there's anything good to eat in the refrigerator?" John said.
"Gross, don't do it," one of the girls cries.
"Oh yea," Mike continues, "I see something good." He reaches into an old rusted-out refrigerator and grabs a hairy looking meatball.
"Don't do it," Brad said. But it's too late, Mike is chomping away.
"Oh no, I don't feel so good," Mike yells, as he holds his stomach. He gives up a loud belch and up-chucks some nasty white fluid. He drops to the ground. The girls shriek in horror.
"Help him," Carmen screams, circling around the room. Brad runs over to help, but it is useless, Mike's body is limp and lifeless.
"I think he's dead, Brad said with a smile. The smile turns to a hearty laugh. The teens look confused. Mike emerges from the floor laughing hysterically.
"Got you guys good," he smiles.
Some of the teens are shaking their heads in disbelief.
"You guys are messed up," John said.
"Sorry, Brad and I couldn't resist. We had to liven up this party somehow." Brad hands Mike a small towel.
"Here Dud, clean yourself up."
The kids enter the living room and are surprised to see a nice looking room; it's not as dark and foreboding like the rest of the house. Brenda is already sitting seductively on a over-sized couch.
"What's up big boy?" Brenda said, gazing at Brad lovingly. Her cherry tongue emerges from her mouth and licks her glossy black lips.
"Ha, Ha very funny," Brad laughs. A loud scream echo's through the house and the lights flicker off.
"My God," Jill clamors, "Something just brushed up against my body."
"It was me," Brad replays as he turns on his flashlight.
"Don't be polite Brad, I don't think your wet and slimy."
"Are you getting this on camera?" a voice rings out.
"Yea," Brad replies. A few seconds pass... Jill screams again.
"A sticky wet tong just licked my face!"
"Sound like my first date," Brenda giggles. When the lights go back on the kids are a bit unnerved, but this all fake, isn't it? Dr. Smith said it was.
"I need to take a wiz," Jose said.
"Go for it," Sue replies. Jose breaks away from the group and opens a blue door and finds himself in a small bathroom. A zombie in a white tub gives up a startled scream.
"Damn, you scared me man," the zombie yells.
"Sorry," Jose replied timidly.
"No problem. As you can see, you caught me in the middle of my bubble bath. Say, tell me what's your name young man?"
"Nice to meet you, my name is Burnie. Don't worry Jose, I'm not going to eat you. To be honest I really don't like Mexican food, I'm mostly a consumer of French and Italian cuisine."
"Well you seem like a nice fellow," Jose said, as he tries to figure out how to flee the room.
"If your thinking of leaving, don't bother, the door is locked. But like I said before, I won't hurt you. Most people think zombies are flesh eating ghouls with an insatiable appetite to eat human flesh, but that's just a stereotype. We're actually just regular folk living ordinary lives. For God sakes, I'm taking a bubble-bath, what's more ordinary then that?"
"Now, let me tell you a little about my life..." As Burnie rambles on, poor Jose doesn't see that hungry zombie clinging to the celling just above him...
The kids continue onward...
"Look guys," Bill shouts as he waves his arms up and down. "Its a stairway!
"It must lead to the attic," Brenda snorts.
"You think so? I'm going to check it out."
"No! just stay with us," Brad yells. But it's too late, Bill is already half way up the steps...
As Bill moves up the wooden steps, a vociferous shrieking sound echoes through the attic as several bats fly past him. A large transparent clock embedded in the brick wall chimes 13 times.
"Oh for god sakes, you'll have to do better then that if you want to scare me... What the...?" From across the way he sees an odd looking man standing in the corner. "Who's There?" No answer... "Speak!" Still no answer... Upon closer inspection, he realizes the shadowy figure is just an old jacket, hanging from a brass poll. He starts laughing in relief, but abruptly stops when he hears a female voice screaming from the rafters high above.
He looks up and sees a young woman hanging form a noose, her face twitches uncontrollably as her nude torso swings back and fourth like a pendulum. Cold blood drips from her body, hitting Bill's face like a winter rain. Suddenly the noose snaps and the woman plummets towards him. Bill tries to run, but can't... he's caught inside a sticky spider web.
"Oh my God," he yells, as she crashes on top of him, breaking his skinny neck like a twig...
Brenda tells her friends she needs to get some shut-eye. The group argues about sticking together, however Brenda's stubbornness wins out and she quickly enters one of the bedrooms for a quick nap. The bed room is completely empty except for a chair in the center.
"That's odd," she said, "the room has no windows?" Suddenly the room starts to rock and roll.
"Oh My God, hay guys, what's happening?" A mechanical sound vibrates inside the chamber as one of the wall starts moving towards her.
"What the...?" She turns to flee, but the door she entered is gone! She is inside a tomb with no way out. Obviously this was just some sort of Halloween prank?
"Time out guys, this isn't funny! You know I'm Claustrophobic. Please stop it." But the wall doesn't stop, instead it accelerates towards her... ten feet away...eight feet...seven...
"Help me," She cries as her warm pee drips over the cold stone floor. Just beyond the wall in some distant room, she hears somebody playing Moon Light Sonata on a baby-grand piano. Again she cries for help, but nobody listens, nobody cares. The smell of urine, and sweat circulates in the frigid air as the wall pushes forward...three...two...one...
Brenda screams as the wall slams into her body at full force - blood squirts from her mouth, eyes pop out of their sockets, bones shatter and break apart. She sucks in one last gulp of air before her brains, guts and blood splatter neatly over the cold blue walls...
As the kids continue to explore the house Jill is at her breaking point.
"I can't shake this feeling that somebody or something is watching us," Jill yells. "I'm out of here." She opens a blue door and finds herself in the graveyard. There is an eerie fog that looms over the landscape as it stats to rain. In the distance a ghostly figure hovers towards her.
"Get Out," it clamors.
"All right, which way?" Jill said firmly. No response, it floats closer... Holy shit, the ghostly face is horrific, it has a bony skull with maggots wiggling around in empty eye sockets.
"I'm going back into the house," Jill yells, right before she falls into an open grave. The ghost glides over the open hole, looks down, then disappears.
"This can't be happening!"
"Oh, but it is," a gurgling voice whispers. A hungry ghoul with an appetite for human flesh is laying next to her. Jill tries to move, but can't, her legs are shattered. The thing giggles with delight and licks her lips. It goes down on her; blood and guts spew everywhere as the creature devours her flesh like a hot chicken dinner...
The Family Room
And so they continue onward... Despite Brads objection, Mike and Carmen break away from group to explore the house. They move down a dark twisted hallway with odd shaped windows and bizarre looking doors.
"We've been here before," Carmen said, as they enter the family room.
"Yes, we're going in circles."
"You know this room really creeps be out" Carmen clamors.
"I know Carmen...lets keep moving."
"O My God," she screams, as several skeletons emerge from oblivion each gripping a small boom-box. Sinister music plays as the bones start dancing playfully around the room.
"It seems like them bones dancing to a creepy beat." Mike moves carefree towards one of the dancing bones thinking its fake; but its not, the hellish creature crabs his arm and tries to yank it off. Pulling free from its bony grip, he turns to flee the room, but can't find a way out.
"We've got to get away form them bones," Carmen yells.
"I see a door past the skeletons...I think it's a way through." As the bones circle in for the kill, the kids accelerate past them and make their way into another part of the house...
"Mike are you there?" Carmen yells. "Mike?"
"Mike is dead," a voice whispers from the darkness.
"What?" Carmen yells. A freaky ghost holding a scythe ambers towards her.
"You herd me bitch, I said he's dead." Hairy male arms break through the floor-board and grab Carmen's legs.
"You sure are pretty," the ghostly figure whispers as she moves in closer. "What's your name sweetie?" Carmen starts crying.
"What's wrong sweet-cakes? Don't you like me? Come on now, don't you want to be my friend?
"No, let me go!"
Your free to go - What's wrong? Can't move your legs? You sure had a nice head on your shoulders."
"What?" Carmen clamors.
You herd me bitch," she said as she swings the scythe at Carmen's head, slicing it off with one swing. "I said you had a nice head on your shoulders. Yea, you herd me that time, that's right..."
The Dining Room
"This place keeps getting creepier and creepier," Sue said as they enter the dining room. The ambiance is bazar, it's almost like being in a mid-evil castle. The allusion of bright sunlight filters into the room. In the center sits a large banquet table extending the entire length of the chamber. Sitting at one end of the table are nude male mannequins with twisted arms in the air.
"Burr, it's colder then a witch's tit in this part of the house," John said.
"Yes, it sure is..." Sue replies, gazing at the mannequins. "Those male mannequins are sure well endowed."
"You think so?" Brad said with a smile, dropping his trousers. I think I'm a lot bigger, take a look see."
"Oh my goodness..." one of the girls giggles.
"Oh for crying out loud," John clamors, "have some respect and put your pants back on!" Brad starts laughing as he pulls up his pants...
"O God," Sue said, "those mannequins are starting to move..."
"They are coming to life," a voice rings out. The mannequins jump to their feet and mutate into some hellish looking creature with wings. They start flying around the room like crazed vampire bats.
"Let's get out of here," Brad screams. The kids run out of the room, however Sue is slow into stride and drops behind. The thing grabs Sue's head with its beefy arm and flings her across the room; her body slams into the wall with a crash. The creature laughs hysterically as her lifeless body drops to the floor in a pool of blood...
Brad gets separated from his friends and finds himself alone in the bowels of the house. He moves aimlessly through out the house to find a way out. He enters a small white door and walks down a dark corridor...
"Oh God," he screams as an oversized cat with glowing demon eyes strides towards him. Brad tries to run, but can't - he's exhausted and crashes to the floor. Just before he passes out the big kitty extends its furry paw and starts scratching his arm...
When Brad awoke, he found himself in a hospital bed, with an I. V. stuck in one arm.
"Welcome back," Nurse Waters said. "Hey... Don't scratch your arm, you might nock out your I.V.
"Thank God," His mother said with a smile, "your back."
"What happened to me?"
"You were in a car crash honey," mom said, "a very bad car accident on Halloween night."
"How long have I been out?" Nurse Waters gazes at his chart.
"You've been in a coma for about three days now, but your going to be fine, your going to be just fine."
"What about my friends?"
Mom frowns and said, "Your friends are gone..."
"All of them?" Mom nodded her head...
"Good Morning," Waters said as she walks over to Brads bed. "It looks like you'll be going home tomorrow."
"right-on," Brad said with a smile.
"Oh fudge, not again!" Waters clamors, as she gazes into a mirror. "I hate when I get a zit on my face." She starts scratching at her milky-white face; at first small patches of skin start to flake away, then larger chunks of flesh, blood and hair spew off. She keeps scratching vigorously until there's nothing left but her bony skull.
"That's better. Now time for your sponge bath young man..."