DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

The moment we stepped inside, we were swallowed by
darkness, and the screams of previous victims who have
entered this dark place. “And if I die?”
“You’re exaggerating,” Riley muttered under her breath.
She wrapped her arm around me and guided us through
the darkness. “I can’t even see anything!”
“That’s the point, Lila! It’s called a haunted house for a
reason, smartass.”
She was laughing now, but there was nothing funny
about this situation. A loud growling sound came from
behind us, and I jumped at least two feet high. Someone
was close, way too close to us. I could feel them stalking us
in the darkness, their hot breaths on our neck.
“They’re behind us,” I whispered, my heart taking a dive
into the pit of my stomach. The temperature was cold, but I
had stress sweats. The air was thick and almost
suffocating, or maybe that was just me. My hands were
clammy, and I clenched onto Riley’s arm.
She let out a shaky breath. “I can feel them, too. Just
keep walking.”
We walked further into the labyrinth looking path. Metal
chains clanged close to us, as if someone had been tied to
them and they were restlessly pulling at the chains. None
of it was real, I reminded myself. They were live humans
with costumes and wickedly good make-up.
I peeked to my left and wished I hadn’t.
One very vile zombie man, his face bloodied and
disfigured with his eyes pure white, walked out of the
shadow, a mere inch away from me. His mouth was opened,
and he snarled right into my face.
My lips parted with an ear-splitting scream. Riley
jumped, and she let out a shriek, too. Grabbing my hand in
hers, we made a run for it.
At every corner, there was a different horror waiting for
us.