The Haunted Traveler December 2017 Edition

forward to our driver to question him.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to blindfold us? How else are we supposed to get in the
mood of the game?” The elderly gentleman took a massive drag from his cigarette
before flicking it out the window.
“Listen, kid, the playground this year is enough to “get you into the mood”. So,
sit down and enjoy the ride.” He continued to drive without another word. I decided
instead of pouting I would discuss strategy with my team.
“Maybe this year will be a cave” pondered one of the guys in a heavy accent.
“No, No, man, it should be a jungle with jaguars and shit.”
“Oooo, man, that would be something.” Our conversation was interrupted when we
slowed to a stop. The elderly gentleman let us out of the car and handed us each our
black vests as we left the van. He began to explain the rules to us once again. I stole a
glance in the distance and saw a huge abandoned building that looked like it would fall
apart if someone tried to touch it.
“Okay kids, you know how the game goes. Survive the 48 hours and leave when the
gong sounds and you’ll be in the winner’s circle. No killing other player and no bringing
in weapons, they must be left behind. Good Luck.”
“Shit man, you gotta leave that gun in the van!” One of my teammates sighed before
handing over the weapon. In a derogatory tone the elderly man added,
“Yeah, man, you will get them back after the game, permitted you survive. Now
let’s go, you’re one of the last teams to arrive so we need to reach your access point.” I
swallowed as we continued toward the playground. If we are one of the last groups to
arrive, that means Jason, my boyfriend, is probably already inside. I really wanted to find
him, but I knew my best chance at survival would be sticking with my team.
When we got closer to the playground we realized that this was not just an old
abandoned building, but it was an old asylum that had been running up until the 1850s.
Well, that’s what the posted sign says, but everyone knows that the asylum isn’t real. The
background information is important to have in order to survive.
The elderly man dropped us off in the corner, wished us luck, and presumably left
to go watch the game play out. I surveyed the outside of the building to find a way in.
There was many blown out windows, but they were too high to get in. Just then I heard
one of my teammates.
“This way!” He ran toward a chain linked fence that led up to another blown out
window. The three guys climbed it with ease, but I felt a huge knot growing in my
stomach.
“You got this, Sasha,” Becky encouraged me before she climbed the fence and the
guys pulled her in. I followed right behind her timidly, but made it to the top with the
guys pulling me through the window.
“Good Job, Blondie,” one of them said before we all took in our surroundings.
The foundation of the building itself looked unfinished. Almost all of the walls were
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