Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 29
The Manipulator
think if I don’t go sit the fuck down, I’m going to collapse. You’ll have
to peel me out of this mud.”
“I
I point towards a bench. “Go ahead and relax. I’m going to go
through the House of Mirrors real quick.”
“Fine by me, it’ll take you forever to get out of that thing, and it’ll be
me to go.”
The House of Mirrors has always been one of my favorite places. It’s an
elaborate maze of mirrors, and very difficult to find your way out of. It’s
one of the biggest buildings at the fair, and they fill every inch of it with
mirrors.
The fair will close in about a half-hour. It’s pushing it, but it should be
just enough me to get through it if I concentrate.
The house is painted all black—no array of colors, flashing of lights, or
smoke. I’ve always thought it was trippier like this. Some mes it feels like
being in a silent room, le with nothing but your thoughts as your own
image haunts you.
It takes all of five minutes before I’m thoroughly lost. I keep my hands
held out before me, preven ng me from running face first into one of the
mirrors.
I did that a couple of years ago and my nose was bruised for a week.
A few minutes pass by with nothing but the company of my own
reflec on. My heart rate is pumping erra cally, my breathing uneven with
excitement. Despite the pounding in my chest, this is where I feel most…
normal.
Off in the distance, I hear a faint shuffling of feet. Not very many people
come in here, especially this late, but there’s plenty of people who like to
take on the challenge.