As Sarah and Jenny approached the Funhouse the 2 people ahead of them went through its entrance. The ticket taker, a hideous old witch with green warty skin, jutting yellow teeth and one cataract blinded eye, motioned for them to wait. As they waited a few small cries and thumps emanated from the Funhouse. It went very silent for what seemed like forever and then a single protracted scream ending in a gurgle and vicious snapping, tearing sounds as of fangs ripping flesh away from their victim. The girls stared at each other, both swallowing hard and nearly jumped out of their skin when the witch croaked, “Tickets please.” They handed them over and started toward the entrance. “Be careful,” the witch warned, “the Funhouse can be… disorienting at times.” They turned back as she said it and couldn’t help noticing that the witch had no legs and no chair. She appeared to be a floating torso, grinning malignantly as they turned back toward the darkened entrance. The Funhouse began in complete darkness on an uneven floor. It made wet, crunching noises as they walked across it. Neither could help thinking they might be walking on corpses. Neither wanted to think those corpses might be human. As they took their first step onto solid ground they encountered a heavy blackout curtain. Pushing it aside they were blinded by flickering strobe lights flashing over a checkerboard painted room. Jenny immediately stumbled into a wall coming face to face with a horrible, melted clown face. She screamed causing Sarah to turn and bump into another clown, this one gore spattered and towering over her holding a blood stained axe. They both started frantically searching for the exit but were surrounded by these hideous clown mannequins. Then they heard a step. Turning they both stared and pointed as the axe clown appeared closer and closer with each flash of the strobes. They backed away, wanting to run but not daring to turn their backs on the harlequin monstrosity coming for them. Just as they heard gibbering, lunatic laughter and felt a slashing rush of air and thunderous crash Sarah stumbled through a door. As they hastily exited the room the lights came up full. All the clowns were in their original positions, but the axe was buried in the wall next to the doorway they’d just fallen through. Both breathing heavily they stayed put, trying to calm down. “They really go all out here,” Sarah said, trying to sound casual and failing. Jenny could only nod in agreement as she tried to slow her breathing. Glancing around, they found that they’d entered a mirror maze. The Funhouse mirrors distorted their appearance and took away all sense of direction. They bumped clumsily into mirrors and each other trying to make their way through the maze. The further they went the more obvious the oddity was. There was an image in the mirrors. It was undistorted and slowly growing larger, as though they were coming nearer to it. As it got clearer they recognized it as an old fashioned coffin. Black and widening from the ground up, it tapered sharply near the top. It was upright and lidless with a pale mist billowing from within. As they got closer the mist thickened until they could only see outlines of each other. They reached the coffin and feeling around realized they must be at the center of the maze. Two other mirrored passages led off away from the one they’d entered through. They were quietly arguing about which path to try when a dim, crimson light suffused the miasma. Turning back they knew it was issuing from the coffin. They watch as pale, long fingered hands gripped the coffin’s sides from within, sharpened nails digging into and splintering the wood as whatever was inside pulled itself out. They both froze where they stood, unable to even speak as a tall form stepped into the maze. It was a tall, skeletally thin man with bone white skin and huge black eyes. As he began sniffing the air in great, wolf-like snarls they both saw that his feet weren’t touching the ground, and he had no reflection. They both gasped. The light pulsed and he snapped his head toward them, jaws gaping wide showing a serpent’s tongue flicking over elongated fangs. He snarled and began gliding toward them, his face changing into that of some nightmarish bat. The girls let out blood curdling shrieks and tried to run the same direction only to foul each other and tumble to the floor. The fell creature flew toward them, arms reaching, fangs gleaming, and eyes growing deeper and darker, as if to steal what little light there was. Its hunger was a palpable force spurring them into a frantic, clumsy sprint deeper into the maze. Flinching away from their own terrorized reflections they fled away from the evil vampiric thing intent on taking them. Jenny spotted the exit sign glowing, dimly above a door. Just as she neared it she realized it had gotten quieter, the mist thinner. Hers was the only breath heaving the air, her feet the only ones slapping the concrete floor, her cries the only ones echoing through the maze. She was alone. The creature was no longer on her heels. She started to turn back when she heard, “Jenny!” in a trailing howl of pain and torment. Then, a wordless scream of such soul wrenching horror that ended abruptly in a gurgling crunch and the sounds of something feeding noisily. She waited unable to believe what had happened. The noises ceased, the fog began thickening around her feet. Insane fear thrilling through her she bolted through the exit and into the park screaming and sobbing for her friends.