Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

new haunted theme park, especially with The Cove—the old
amusement park up the coast a few miles—now shut down
and abandoned.
“Pray fooooor the dead, and the dead will pray for
youuuuuu,” a creepy-ass voice said, and I felt a plastic bag
blow into my body with a breeze. “They will pray for you and
they will prey on you.”
A cackling laugh followed, and I pushed the huge plastic
sheet away from me, but as my hand dipped into the plastic, it
hit something solid, and then…a male growl followed, the
plastic was all over us, and arms and legs attacked through the
sheet.
“Ah! Ah!” the girls screamed, scrambling away as I
tightened my grip on Isa’s arm.
My stomach flipped, and I breathed out a small laugh.
I inched toward the far wall to get away from the huge guy
behind the tarp and felt a hand poking out of the wall. I
jumped back, but it grabbed for me, and we all were laughing
as a dozen or more hands reached for us out of both sides of
the hallway now.
We moved from room to room, some of it—like the evil
operating room—going over my head, because there weren’t
many sounds or screams or anything to give away what was
actually going on, but I liked the juggernaut and his
sledgehammer, pounding the floor ahead of us and chasing us
into one room after another. My heart beat so hard, but it was
thrilling to be chased, because I knew I was safe. I wasn’t as
scared as the other two when people came out of the portraits,
because obviously, I couldn’t see them following us with their
eyes.
The spiral staircase almost made me pee my pants, though,
single file and being chased up the tiny and steep incline by
Jason Vorhees. You didn’t want to be taking up the rear in a
situation like that, and of course, I always did, because I had to
follow instead of lead.