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Walking into this house feels like stepping into another dimension that

demons inhabit. My skin prickles as I look around the pink monstrosity.

“What in the actual hell?” I mu er under my breath, momentarily

distracted by the eyesore this house is. If Addie and I have a daughter, I

hope she has some goddamn sense and prefers black.

It feels like my eyeballs are physically cringing from all the pink. Did

Barney come in here and shit everywhere? Jesus fucking Christ.

Addie’s light brown hair flashes in my peripheral. Just as my eyes slide to

her, she’s disappearing behind a corner, ge ng chased by a monster. Their

screams fill up the smoky atmosphere, bringing a smirk to my face.

It’s a good taste of what I’m going to make her sound like later.

My feet work on autopilot, trailing a er her. I hear the door open again,

followed by Mark and his friends’ voices. I’ll be sure to keep a firm barrier

between my girl and the dipshits behind me.

Addie and Daya will have fun, undisturbed by the real monsters in the

house.

It’s when they scramble up the stairs, a laughing heap of limbs and

screams—I lose sight of them. I run up the stairs, hearing their screams

from behind the first door.

I study the hallway system. There are too many doors in this hallway,

making it physically impossible for this many rooms. Some of them are

false doors, which means they could end up in any one of these rooms

when they come out the other side. They might not even come back out in

the hallway at all if the rooms connect on the inside.

Sighing, I make my way down the hallway, intent on peeking in a few

rooms and finding the best place to camp. Singing erupts moments later,

and I freeze from the ice-cold chills traveling down my spine, the hair on

the back of my neck rising. It could be a part of the haunted house

experience, but something niggles at the back of my mind. Warning me of

incoming danger.

Not shit I can do about it un l someone comes out swinging.

Ignoring the singing, I forge on. There should be an exit sign hanging

over one of the doors in the case of a fire, so guests know where to

evacuate. I suspect it’ll be in one of the back rooms. I can camp out in the

room opposite, which will allow me to keep an eye on the hallway and I’ll

know exactly when Addie leaves.

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