Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

My body went cold and my chest caved. GGod, he was like
him. The tone. The taunt.
“He likes you,” Jade teased. “Watch your back inside,
Winter.”
I barely breathed.
My kind of fun has a price. Better enjoy myself while I can.
My blood pumped hot, and all of a sudden, I wasn’t cold
anymore.
I knew this guy wasn’t him. He didn’t sound like him or
smell like him or feel like him, but I lost all semblance of
thought or reason as the line moved, Isa moved, and took me
with her. Maybe I should be afraid of walking in here and
remembering the terror Damon caused, but I went anyway,
unable to resist wanting to test myself. To feel whatever was
inside again. Even if just to see if I would handle myself any
differently.
The air turned thick and musty as we stepped over the
threshold and drafts hit me, like there was fake fog. My friends
immediately started laughing and making surprised sounds,
but since I couldn’t see what they were seeing, I had to rely on
everything else to get a picture of the atmosphere in my head.
I absorbed the scent of water on rocks, like a cave, and the
echoes of muffled screams, howls, and cries in the distance.
Some of it was sound effects, but others clearly weren’t.
And somewhere, far off, the merry, child-like tune of a
carousel pierced the windy night.
Something touched the top of my head, and I ducked, my
heart leaping in my chest as I laughed. They had people in the
rafters.
Coldfield was a Halloween attraction that popped up a
couple of years ago, and no one knew who owned it, but
everyone seemed to love it. Overnight—every September
thirtieth—the old warehouse on the outskirts of town was
finally put to use and transformed, now attached to an array of
sheds, nooks, and outbuildings. Some people missed the
parties they had out here on Devil’s Night, but most loved the