pushing around the mirrors, trying to find my way through the maze. I finally realized it was useless and they’d provide an exit when they were ready for our group to move on. I decided to stop fighting my predicament, and stood, waiting. I grabbed Drew by the arm so we wouldn’t get separated. He smiled wide. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get you.”
Great. My knight in shining armor.
After a few minutes, we were herded into another room. This one had macabre scenes that made photos I’d seen of the plague look like cupcakes and rainbows. It wasn’t scary—it was absolutely disturbing. Each scene was dark until we passed by it, then the scene would flash and come to life. A girl smashing a guy’s head with an ax; a red-eyed monster threatening to attack; a man tied to a rack, arms and legs being pulled apart in four different directions as he screamed in pain. The final scene was a terrified woman sprawled out on what looked to be cobblestone streets. The guy above her was laughing maniacally as he held a knife over her, eyes wild. The screeching music was a horrifying companion to the scene. Just as the guy looked like he was about to do something even worse, like rip off her clothes, the scene went completely black, and the music cut out. I took a deep breath, relieved that part was over, and waited to be herded to the next room of horrors. My eyes tried to adjust to the inky blackness surrounding me, but there was no light at all; I couldn’t even make out shapes.
That’s when I was pulled a few feet away. A strong arm around my waist.
I was glad Drew was so committed to our buddy system, but his grip was a little tight. We stood there, the sound of heavy breathing the only noise in the room. I felt a large hand cup my cheek tenderly—the gesture somewhat familiar. Hot breath hit my face like a warm, beachy breeze. My chest heaved in response. The combination of total darkness and an unfamiliar area where anything could happen had my heart racing, but not with fear—something else. I could feel him in front of me, strong, stable. I liked the feeling more than I wanted to admit. My contemplation was interrupted by soft, silky full lips pressing against mine. He pushed lightly against me, coaxing my mouth open. Our tongues twisted together and the kiss deepened before he suddenly broke away.
His lips, hands, everything—gone.
A blood curdling scream pierced the air and the lights kicked back on, highlighting the woman now dead and bleeding in the scene. The man smiled, his lips curled in a way that seemed to radiate insanity. The actors in this haunted house were pretty damn impressive.
And I was totally disoriented. I looked around the room; Drew was a few paces away. It didn’t look like he’d just kissed his blind date. But his name was Drew and he was probably an epic asshole, so I couldn’t be sure if he was the type to kiss and pace. But jeez, that was an amazing kiss!
I licked my lips, tasting a fruity strawberry flavor. It reminded me of something, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.
I moved closer to Drew, silently studying his face for any sign that he’d just pulled a ninja kiss. He gave nothing away. A door opened and I followed Brynn and Chet, with Drew bringing up the rear. We went through a few more scenes, but my mind was preoccupied as I tried to figure out what had actually happened in that dark room. We rode the elevator back to the top and I managed to nod and give appropriate—albeit short, responses—where I needed to as we were herded through a maze of hay bales, at the end of the attraction.
We were penned in by a chain link fence, and were trying to figure our way out when the obligatory Jason with his chainsaw, minus the chain, was suddenly in the cage with us. He paused to look each one of us in the eye, tilting his head like the psychopath he was. When he got to me, he stopped and stared longer than he had with everyone else. I was uncomfortable with
Great. My knight in shining armor.
After a few minutes, we were herded into another room. This one had macabre scenes that made photos I’d seen of the plague look like cupcakes and rainbows. It wasn’t scary—it was absolutely disturbing. Each scene was dark until we passed by it, then the scene would flash and come to life. A girl smashing a guy’s head with an ax; a red-eyed monster threatening to attack; a man tied to a rack, arms and legs being pulled apart in four different directions as he screamed in pain. The final scene was a terrified woman sprawled out on what looked to be cobblestone streets. The guy above her was laughing maniacally as he held a knife over her, eyes wild. The screeching music was a horrifying companion to the scene. Just as the guy looked like he was about to do something even worse, like rip off her clothes, the scene went completely black, and the music cut out. I took a deep breath, relieved that part was over, and waited to be herded to the next room of horrors. My eyes tried to adjust to the inky blackness surrounding me, but there was no light at all; I couldn’t even make out shapes.
That’s when I was pulled a few feet away. A strong arm around my waist.
I was glad Drew was so committed to our buddy system, but his grip was a little tight. We stood there, the sound of heavy breathing the only noise in the room. I felt a large hand cup my cheek tenderly—the gesture somewhat familiar. Hot breath hit my face like a warm, beachy breeze. My chest heaved in response. The combination of total darkness and an unfamiliar area where anything could happen had my heart racing, but not with fear—something else. I could feel him in front of me, strong, stable. I liked the feeling more than I wanted to admit. My contemplation was interrupted by soft, silky full lips pressing against mine. He pushed lightly against me, coaxing my mouth open. Our tongues twisted together and the kiss deepened before he suddenly broke away.
His lips, hands, everything—gone.
A blood curdling scream pierced the air and the lights kicked back on, highlighting the woman now dead and bleeding in the scene. The man smiled, his lips curled in a way that seemed to radiate insanity. The actors in this haunted house were pretty damn impressive.
And I was totally disoriented. I looked around the room; Drew was a few paces away. It didn’t look like he’d just kissed his blind date. But his name was Drew and he was probably an epic asshole, so I couldn’t be sure if he was the type to kiss and pace. But jeez, that was an amazing kiss!
I licked my lips, tasting a fruity strawberry flavor. It reminded me of something, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.
I moved closer to Drew, silently studying his face for any sign that he’d just pulled a ninja kiss. He gave nothing away. A door opened and I followed Brynn and Chet, with Drew bringing up the rear. We went through a few more scenes, but my mind was preoccupied as I tried to figure out what had actually happened in that dark room. We rode the elevator back to the top and I managed to nod and give appropriate—albeit short, responses—where I needed to as we were herded through a maze of hay bales, at the end of the attraction.
We were penned in by a chain link fence, and were trying to figure our way out when the obligatory Jason with his chainsaw, minus the chain, was suddenly in the cage with us. He paused to look each one of us in the eye, tilting his head like the psychopath he was. When he got to me, he stopped and stared longer than he had with everyone else. I was uncomfortable with
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