Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I had no idea what she and Jade had planned for tonight as
long as I didn’t think about him.
Or her.
“Do you want me to read it to you?” Jade asked.
“Just paraphrase.”
She put a pen in my hand and led me to the wooden
makeshift counter, placing the tip on the line where I was
supposed to sign.
“It’s a disclaimer,” she explained, “talking about how the
haunted house is a 4D experience, and the actors will engage
with you and touch you. They’re not responsible or liable for
any health problems. If you feel like anything is too much or
you want it to stop, simply yell “quarter” and they will stop
and offer assistance if you want to leave.”
My hand started to shake as I pressed the pen to the paper
and signed my name. I laughed at myself. You would think I’d
be used to being scared by now, but the idea of mad doctors,
ax murderers, and chainsaws was even freakier when you
couldn’t see them.
Quarter. Like as in ‘forgiveness’ or ‘safe haven’? Well, at
least they had a safe word.
“Stay close,” Isa told me as we headed toward the
entrance. “Hang onto my belt loop or arm, and let me know if
you want to leave, okay?”
“Oh, you’ll run before I do,” I joked.
“Probably right,” Jade chuckled.
I heard Isabella’s tsk but didn’t give her any more crap.
The sun had set a couple hours ago, and I wished I’d brought a
coat as we shuffled through the fallen leaves toward the
warehouse and conglomeration of various-sized sheds that
made up the haunted house.