Back again? Can’t get enough or just curious as to what Alex is afraid of? Remember in our last installment, Alex and his friends had gone into the haunted house he was to review for the newspaper. The first room was a scene where a clown and zombie were killing a man. The man told Alex to run, but Alex thought it was strange. No one else seemed to have heard the man. Just before they left the room, the clown stood up and smiled at Alex. Join me now for the next installment of …
Don’t Be Afraid
Moans of disapproval came from Larry and one of the women. “I hate mirrors,” the woman whispered.
And so did Alex. But he pushed forward. The quicker they were out of there, the quicker this would be over. He ran his hand along the mirrors beside him, keeping one hand out in front of him so as not to hit a mirror. It wasn’t like the dark maze. It was more confusing. A bright flashing light lit the room. A strobe light. It made them appear like they were in one of those flip books when they moved. They could see, but there was no way to tell how far away the images in the mirror were.
Alex could feel the tug on his shirt as Madison’s grip tightened behind him. He led the group, moving this way and that. He slammed into a mirror and Madison crashed into him.
“Geez, Alex,” Larry called. “Go slower. Are you trying to lose us?”
“If I go any slower, I’ll be standing still.” He turned the corner, feeling his way. Disoriented.
The teen girl laughed nervously.
“Ow,” one of the women said. “Hey! Where’d you guys go?”
Alex stopped and looked over his shoulder, over Madison’s head. Larry was right behind them, the two women behind him and then the teens. “We’re right here.” He reached out to grab Larry’s arm…and touched glass. He quickly pulled his hand back. “Larry?”
He could see him right next to him. Again, Alex tried to touch him, the cold feel of hard glass greeted his fingers. “Where the hell are you?”
“Shit,” Larry called.
Alex whirled. Thousands of images of his friend, of the teens, of the women and of Madison greeted him in the glass when he spun. He had no way of knowing which was real. Suddenly, Alex froze. In one pane of glass he saw the red haired clown fingering his axe. He still wore the same deadly grin.
“I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” Larry called.
Alex reached out to Madison, fearing she was just an image, too. That he was alone.
His hand closed around hers.
“Okay! I heard you. Meet you there.”
“Alex?” Madison whispered, clinging to his hand.
Alex looked at her. Her brow wrinkled in concern, her gaze swept his face. Alex looked back at the pane of glass, searching for the clown. But it was gone. “It’s okay,” he told Madison, pulling her on. “This isn’t real. We just have to find the exit.”
As they turned a corner, they ran into themselves. A dead end.
Alex turned around. He didn’t want to go back, but he might run into Larry and the others. Or he might run into the clown.
Fake, he reminded himself. Just pretend. An actor.
He swallowed and moved forward, his hand out so he didn’t run into anything.
“This way,” Madison said, pulling at his hand.
The strobe light was disorienting. His head hurt.
“There’s no reflection. This way,” she insisted and tugged at his hand.
He allowed her to guide him down the hallway of mirrors. God, he hated this. He didn’t think they would ever find a way out. Madison paused.
Alex looked around at their images in the flashing light.
The clown appeared from the way they had just come, walking toward them with his axe dragging behind him on the floor. His grin was wolfish and predatory and his eyes… There was something strange about his eyes. They glowed!
“This way,” she said and continued down the row of mirrors.
Please, Alex silently begged, let her be right. They turned a corner and a large wooden door stood before them. Alex grabbed the handle, pulled it open and raced through, closing it behind them. He glanced around, grabbed the first thing he could find and lodged it against the doorknob. It wasn’t until he looked that he realized it was a dismembered leg.
The door jerked and Alex jumped back. The leg seemed to be holding.
He grabbed Madison’s shoulders. “Did you see it?”
She shook her head in confusion. “See what?”
“The clown! Did you see the clown?”
“In the first room.”
“No! No! He was following us in the mirror maze. Did you see him?”
Madison shook her head. “I didn’t see him.”
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