2. Winver
TWO
Icontinue doing my black, smokey eyeshadow as King For A Day by Pierce The Veil plays on full blast. Finishing up my vodka soda and adding a few final touches to my makeup, I change into some high-waisted fishnets, slip on a pair of ripped mom jeans, and put on a skeleton print top. Ansley walks into my room wearing black denim shorts and a Hocus Pocus shirt with her blonde hair slicked back in a ponytail.
“And when October is here, Winver’s true side appears,” she says in a spooky tone, the rhyme rolling off her tongue.
I roll my eyes laughing while I brush my straightened hair one last time. It didn’t take Ansley long to figure out I have a love for Halloween. That’s all I’ve been talking about for the last couple of months. Grabbing my wallet and phone, I head into the kitchen where I take out two shot glasses and a handle of tequila. Ansley starts gagging and pinching her nose as she watches me pour the burning liquid. Sliding it over to her, we clink our glasses together before quickly swallowing it down.
“Winver, out of all the alcohol we have, why the fuck did you choose tequila?” she asks, scrunching up her face and smacking her lips together in disgust.
“Because it’s fast acting. Duh.”
Five shots later, we’re both starting to feel pretty good. Ansley’s phone lights up with a text from our other friend, Chloe, letting us know that she’s here to pick us up. Chloe used to be our other roommate for a short period of time, but quickly moved out once her boyfriend proposed to her. Slipping on my white vans, we both exit our apartment making sure the door is locked before walking over to Chloe’s car.
Getting into the backseat while Ansley gets in the front, Chloe gives us an excited smile, wiggling her eyebrows up and down in the process. “Are you guys ready or what?! Slaughterhouse first, then we’ll see where the night takes us, yeah?” We all agree as she drives off blaring Maneater by Nelly Furtado.
We continue shuffling through the line as screams can be heard from inside the haunted house. It’s set up to look like a creepy, old cabin. A man in a pig mask with a leather apron tied around his waist sits in front of the entrance in a rocking chair. After a few minutes of waiting, the man gestures for us to go in with me in the front, Ansley in the middle, and Chloe in the back.
We’re welcomed by ominous music and a dimly lit living room where a television sits in the corner cackling black and white static. A fake dead body sits on a bloody, seventies style, plaid couch with its intestines spilling out. We all gag in disgust as I lead us into the kitchen. There’s another fake dead body with its guts out displayed on the kitchen table with lettuce tracing its outline and an apple in its mouth. Ansley grips my shoulders as Chloe continues to gag behind us.
Now met with one big door, I push it open and I’m greeted by a cold breeze coating my skin and fog covering the room. Once the fog starts to settle around the floor, I look around noticing we’re in some type of freezer scene. Fake body parts and body bags hang on hooks. Following the trail of body parts and body bags, another man in a pig mask makes his way to us, yelling and screaming nonsense as his plastic butcher knife glides across all of our shoulders. Ansley screams, pushing me to move faster out of the room. We’re greeted by the cool, October night air and tall, wooden fences painting us a path to the exit.
Getting closer, I notice a little cubby with black curtains that have me intrigued. Reaching out to open it, another man in a pig mask suddenly pops out with a chainsaw, causing all of us to scream and run out with him closely behind us. He eventually gives up, walking back to his little hide-out spot to scare the next group.
“That might’ve been the world’s shortest haunted house, but those chainsaws really get ya,” I say to Ansley and Chloe who have their hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath.
“Yeah, I forgot how much I fucking hate chainsaws.” Ansley looks back at the exit watching as another group gets chased out.
Now that all of us are more relaxed, I pull out my phone noticing it’s only eight o’clock. “Perfect. It’s still early enough to beat the crowds. Which one is next?” There’s a moment of silence before Chloe snaps her fingers together.
“I got it!”
She looks at us, crossing her arms and sticking out a hip. Me and Ansley raise our eyebrows waiting for her to tell us the haunted house she picked.
“Into The Night.”