Sorry!!!

I know some of you are probably wondering "Uh wtf author?? Finish the story already!"

As some of you may or may not know, one of my closest friends lost her father over the holidays - just one of those unexpected freak incidences that no one can truly prepare for. It was a hard Christmas for their family.
So, out of respect, and for lack of creative juices, it was hard for me to write my story for obvious reasons.
I still love my scary and gory fun, don't you worry, we will continue with Wunder Wurld shortly! Until then, thank you for continuing to support Thanato!

In the meantime, if you have some reading catching up to do this is the time!

Episode 12

Spencer adjusted his glasses for the third time during his blind sprinting. At first, he thought he was following everyone else. In the darkness however, seeing and hearing became a jumbled mess. Now things were quiet, and he dreaded the thought that he was left in here all alone.
It shouldn't be this hard, Spencer thought, somehow everyone else made it out of here. So he could too...
This pep talk continued for another ten minutes. He crouched by a wall, no idea where it lead or where he was, and took calm collective breaths. Surprisingly enough, his eyes started to adjust, and blurry shapes appeared in front of him.
Spencer blinked. The blurry shapes appeared to be moving, only slightly. Like water; a wave. He shook his head - probably going crazy from sitting in the dark too long. Something else caught his attention. A smell. Unpleasant, but unrecognizable. Was it rust with a mixture of something else?
Egh... he had to get out of here!
Who's idea was it to scare everyone once the power went out anyway? What a jerk, Spencer huffed, definitely not the time to play around.
Someone died for crying out loud!
Thinking about the dead girl made everything an extra level of creepy. Spencer groaned, reminded of the situation he was in. He took one last deep breath before deciding to resume his search for the exit.

"Hehe..."

Spencer sat right back down. What was that, he didn't dare ask aloud. He tried not making a sound as he waited for the giggling to return. Maybe that meant he wasn't alone? But was that good or bad...
His chest burned as his lungs begged for oxygen. He covered his nose and mouth and widened his eyes, as if that would help him see clearer in the dark. The images in front of his face were clearing up, however. Now he could make out some idea where he was.
The slightly moving shapes were curtains. Curtains meant the stage. Somehow he'd made his way to the back. No wonder he hadn't found a door yet, but now he had an idea where one was.
Spencer exhaled. Finally, some hope.

"Hehe... haha-ah..."

Spencer's heart leaped so hard it punched the inside of his chest. The giggled sounded so close. Almost as if it were across from him...

"La-la.. La-la-la-laaa... hehe!"

"I see a little clown... with a big tall hat..."

A female voice sang in a whisper. Spencer knew he wasn't alone now. Sweat dripping down his spine and his fingers trembled. Slowly, he slid against the wall, preparing to escape.

"I see a little clown with a funny nose... I see a clown with pointy toes..."

Creak.
Spencer whimpered. Something moved in front of him. A terrible thought entered his mind. Did no one clean up the body?
Was Taylor still hanging from the ceiling?

Step. Drip. Step. Step. Drip.

Wet footsteps came closer to his hiding spot.

"I like the clown who giggles all day long..."

Spencer tensed. The voice came directly from his right.

"I like the little clown who is happy as can be."

No...

Cold air brushed his earlobe as the eerie voice whispered, "I like the clown who dances for me!"

*****

"What was that..." Gerald's voice jumped in pitch. 

They'd barely made it a couple feet from the theater when someones loud screams came from the inside. Gerald groaned, "Did we leave Spencer behind... someone please say no."

Blake's eyes widened and his mouth turned into a flat line, "Um..."

Jacob whirled around, "Get behind me."

With no objections, Blake, Gerald, Zach, and Aaron fell behind the cop. Jacob aimed the gun at the emergency door they'd just escaped from. Whoever let out that scream was bounding and scrambling to come outside.

Spencer's thin body burst out the door and crumpled to the ground. He crawled, digging his fingers into the gravel and dirt, desperate to get away.

"Spencer!" Blake called. Gerald followed, "H-hey buddy, glad you're alive."

Spencer didn't seem to hear them. He looked wild, like a small animal running from a predator. 

"Kid!" Jacob said, "It's alright, you made it, just..."

Spencer didn't escape by himself.

Short legs staggered from the theater and out in the open. Everyone, except Spencer, turned to stone.

Taylor, the girl they presumed (with good reason) to be murdered, lurched and stumbled towards them. Her intestines dragged in the grass, blood still dripped from the large cavity in her stomach. But what's more; the strings that held her from the ceiling before were still intact. They carried her as if she were a puppet, and a ghost was the puppeteer. 

Her arms swung clumsily, and her head was yanked backwards. The heavy make-up applied to her face came with painted-on eyes. Even so, the gaze from the false eyes, bright and green, pierced their souls. 

Taylor's mouth dropped open, and the words flowed with no movement of her lips or tongue. Her voice even carried a tune, like she was singing a song, "I am walking through the circus. Happy as can be! I can see the lion sleeping... Look out! He sees you!"

Episode 11

Jordan felt herself getting pulled away by two arms. Her heels skid across the cement path. Matt and Andrew came to the rescue as she was too stunned to move. She'd never seen a dead body before, but this was the second today. Second, third, fourth, fifth... sixth.
They fell back to where Macy waited for them. "What is that thing?" Macy whimpered, "W-what are we supposed to do now? What happened to those... people..."
"Just get back," Matt said, "We aren't going out this way."
The eerie figure disappeared. So did Jordan's sanity, or so she thought. What was happening here?
"You guys know this place better than we do," Matt said to the actors, "Is there an employee exit or something in the back? Anywhere?"
"Of course," Andrew nodded, "There's an exit that can take you to where your friends set up tents, there's also one that leads to the trailers."
"I'm betting the others are going to head to the tents," Matt turned to Macy.
"Y-yeah," she sniffed, "We should find Jen and Natalie. And Tina if she hasn't wandered off..."
They all remembered Tina's stunt on the stage. If that didn't make them look guilty for Taylor's murder, then nothing would.

Andrew and the still spacey Jordan moved ahead of their team. They didn't even get to perform, Andrew sulked internally, he practiced every line and every song several times over. The impending doom looming over the park was concerning though... Why did a murderer have to show up?
"Do you think this is a terrorist or something?" Macy asked.
They were able to calm themselves enough to start being more aware of their surroundings. Instead of running, like their first instinct, they kept close to shelters or foliage for emergency cover. Thank goodness for all the unnecessary gardens along the pathways. Everything stayed quiet, which came as a surprise. Especially after walking into what looked like a massacre...
"I'm not sure, but killing is killing and I want no part in it," Jordan said, "Here's the roller coaster... I used to think this walk was easy, but now it feels like its taking ages to get there."
The spiral iron tracks towered over them, the carts stuck in their places. They appeared empty, even the carts that stopped at the top of one of the hills.
"I might be going crazy," Jordan said, "But that person at the gates... he didn't seem normal. Did you notice?"
Matt and Macy looked at each other but said nothing.
"He just took off after we showed up," Andrew replied, "So I doubt he's someone we want to chat with..."
"But who was he?" Jordan asked, "Why are you two so quiet?"
Macy swallowed. Poor things, Jordan sighed, they were still in their exotic costumes, bloodstained. Matt looked like he wanted to say something, but he was cut off by a bell.
A bell?
The sudden noise startled them so badly, all four of them climbed on each other trying to hide in a bush. Small leaves crammed themselves in Andrew's nostrils, "Ahh..." Macy's long arms and legs wrapped around Jordan like a spider or baby monkey.
"Oomph... Could you please get off my spine," Jordan grumbled.
"Sorry," Macy said, but hesitated when she stood up. Jordan brushed herself off and whirled around.
"Was that the clown show?" she asked.
Matt's mouth turned into a deep frown, "Clowns?"
"The new clown show..." Jordan shrugged, "Anyway, they have a clock system to let people know when the next show is."
"How could it be working if the power is out?" Matt said.
How indeed, Jordan chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe the power was returning? This could be a good thing! The four freed themselves from the bushes, Andrew having to sneeze a few times, and they were about to take the path towards the kiddy rides -
"Matt." Macy snapped suddenly.
"What-" the magician's mustache sank, almost like in a cartoon.
Before Jordan and Andrew could even catch on, Macy went into full-panic mode again. She hid behind Matt and trembled in her frilly short dress. Her eyes clamped shut.
"I'm seeing things... I'm seeing things..."
"If you are then I am too," Matt said.
Jordan felt a chill run down her spine, "You can't freak and then not tell us what it is!"
But Macy wouldn't respond in any form. Matt had to be the one to point out the man watching them in the distance.
Standing in the middle of the road, where they were more than likely about to walk towards, was a stout man with frizzy hair, very wig-like. The night sky couldn't illuminate the bright colors of his wardrobe, but the pattern on his shirt consisted of thick stripes and large puff balls for buttons.

....

Episode 10

"I lost both my parents that day," Tina's voice trembled, "My sister never mentally recovered from the terrible things we saw. My aunt survived and took us in... that's when she told me what that creature was, and how to trap it."
Jen's expression changed from curiosity to disbelief, and possibly terror, over Tina's story, "So this thing just really enjoys killing people? That's what he's about?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Natalie asked. She was her granddaughter after all! Maybe she didn't know as much about her family as she thought.
"I tried to make a happier life for you," Tina pleaded, "-as much as I could anyway. After your own mother died... and Buttons."
Natalie couldn't stay mad. Her grandmother did take care of her, as weird as her rituals and bizarre scented incense and candles were, or the animal bones... Her childhood, though tarnished with blood, still had warmth and comfort.
"As for you," Tina turned to Jen, "This thing is an abomination, the devil's hound, a hungry soul eater... It doesn't have a name, except the ones given to it. It lives to kill. It has no real motives other than the suffering of others... My aunt calls it The Darkness, but others have referred to it as Thanatos."
Jen gulped loudly, "So we're in agreement that this is... real? Correct?"
Neither Natalie nor Tina spoke. The silence was oddly deafening.
"Then let's get out of here," Jen nodded to each of them, "Yeah? Yes? No? Why not?"
"We cannot..." Tina muttered.
"What do you mean?" Natalie asked.
"If we leave now before sealing Thanatos away, then everyone still trapped here at the park will die. The manager, your friends, the theater kids..."
Jen flinched, "Woah... Wait. What does it want with us?"
"Our lives," Tina shrugged, "I haven't felt his presence in a long time... We have to move quickly. No matter how hard that may be..." Her piercing eyes pointed at them before continuing, "If we don't get to the tent with my supplies then everyone is doomed. Understand?"
"Tent. Supplies. Stop the murderous ghost. Got it," Jen gave a sarcastic thumbs-up, "Oh, and don't die."
"OK... Let's go," Natalie nodded.

*****

"How did I get stuck with the cleanup crew?"
Jacob leaned against the exterior wall of the theater. His legs slightly bent and he kept his gun close and at the ready. Out of breath and lining up along the building like ducklings came Gerald, Blake, Zach, and their Manager, Aaron.
"I represent that," Gerald huffed.
"We're just following the man with a firearm," Blake said.
Zach hunched over and looked like he might puke, to which Aaron hastily left his post and confronted the cop.
"I don't remember authorizing any undercover missions at my park," Aaron stood tall, but their eye level stayed the same.
"I don't need permission from you," Jacob's attention was on anything but his followers. His eyes shifted quickly as if looking for something in the distance.
"Besides," he continued, "It looks like you needed me. Opening night and everything went downhill pretty quick, wouldn't you say?"
"I say it's awfully convenient..." Aaron almost growled.
Jacob accepting the challenge, putting a halt to his browsing, "I'm sorry that my chief felt concerned with the new crew joining your circus. The crew with their skeletons dangling out of the closet for the whole nation to see. I mean that both literally and-"
"Yeah, I get it," Aaron waved, "We had no reason to believe the killer was with them this entire time. The case went cold. All of them were declared innocent. The only thing keeping those talented people from getting work was a ghost, so I gave them a chance."
"That chance might've cost the life of a sweet young girl," Jacob stated. The manner of his calm indifference almost sent Aaron off the edge. Gerald put a hand on the manager's shoulder, "It's no one's fault, ok kids? Stop fighting."
"It's someone's," Jacob corrected, "And we're going to find him."
"We? Shouldn't we get the citizens, us, out of here and let the cops deal with this?" Gerald asked.
Jacob sighed, "We have no power or phone connections out here. Typical horror movie BS. Until my unit notices I'm AWOL, we aren't getting anyone out here for at least a forty minutes..."
"Why not now?" Blake asked, "I know we're far from the city but..."
Jacob didn't answer right away. They weren't that old school, these kinds of situations didn't go unnoticed for long, Blake thought. Someone had to be coming, right?
"Regardless, I'm going to assume we have a while, and you all need to stick together." Jacob pushed off of the wall and marched forward.
"Woah," Gerald scoffed, "Um, you mean we, Mr. I'm The Only One With A Gun?"
"I'm looking for the killer," Jacob raised an eyebrow, "Getting in the way will put all of you in danger."
"We're no safer here," Blake said, "At least take us to the exit. You can track us down once we're safely out of this creep-fest."
Jacob breathed out his nose, "Fine. Stay close and stay quiet."
Blake waited behind with Zach. It looked like he missed the entire conversation. Watching the kid fall apart made Blake feel guilty, not so much for Taylor's death itself, but for wanting to escape and not lose himself. Not yet anyway.
"You good?" Blake coughed.
"Yeah..." Zach's voice cracked, "Hm. Yeah. I'm good."
"Good. Then let's get the hell out of here."

Episode 9

... The Flashback ...


Tina had gone camping with her family on multiple occasions. Sometimes to go fishing with her father, sometimes just to make smores with her mother and sister. But today felt different.
Instead of their usual campsite, they stumbled upon a cabin in the middle of the woods. Tina preferred tents; they always got torn down so they never harbored cobwebs and spiders. This cabin had a look about it that promised a spider domain. The wood had discolored patches and the roof dipped down in one area like it was slowly melting.
Tina, her sister, and mother all waited in their station wagon a safe distance from the cabin. Her father told them to stay put while he scoped out the place, but he took his time.
"Why are we here mommy?" Tina asked.
"Remember your aunt, Donna?" Tina's mother smiled warmly from the passenger seat.
"Yes!" Tina beamed. Her sister showed mild interest in the car seat next to her. Tina took pride in being the older sister, using a seatbelt buckle like her mother.
"She wanted to meet us for camping this time! She even brought those big candles you like," her mom explained.
"Why didn't we just go pick her up?" Tina asked, "I don't like this place."
"No? I thought you loved trees?"
Tina nodded, the wavy dark curls around her face dancing, "I do... but just not this place."
Her mother continued to smile, but her eyes showed some understanding, of what, Tina wasn't sure. If no one liked it here why did they come, Tina thought.
"Daddy?" Tina's sister whined.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" their mom cooed.
Suddenly, her tiny young face scrunched in terror, "DADDY!"

The car shook as if it were hit by a train. Tina's father appeared from the air and landed on the windshield, splintering the glass into several pieces.
"Ed!" her mother cried, "... Ed!" Shaking crystal shards from her sweater, she leaped out of the car. Tina trembled, the shock paralyzing her entire body. Her father's dead eyes gazed at her from the other side of the glass. Blood oozed from his face out of every escape possible; eyes, ears, nose, mouth...
"Daddy! Daddy!" her sister shrieked.
The air, already chilled from the up and coming fall season, got colder. Tina could still see where the sun shone, but a thick dark layer of haze appeared, turning their bright day overcast. The uneasiness she sensed earlier only increased, of course from seeing her father in this state, but another horror that she couldn't explain. Like something awful was watching them.
"Mary!" Tina could hear her aunt's voice in the distance, "Mary! Help me!"
Her mother gasped. Clearly shaken, she stumbled to Tina's side of the car, "Sweetheart... Stay with your sister. H-hide in my jacket. Don't leave the car for any reason, and DON'T look outside. Close your eyes..."
"But mommy..." Tina sobbed, "What's wrong with daddy?"
Her mom removed the little one from her car seat and sat her on Tina's lap, "Stay together, close your eyes... I'll be right back."
"No, no, mommy..." Tina tightly grasped her mother's hand, but she slipped away. Her sister cried, digging her miniature fingernails into Tina's shirt.
They sat together for what seemed like hours, but surely only a few minutes or so. Before, Tina could hear both her mother and aunt yelling, but things had gone eerily silent.
"M-Mommy... Mo-Mommy..." her sister hadn't ceased crying. Tina did her best to soothe her whilst soothing her own nerves. Neither of them dared to peak beyond the shield made by their mom's jacket until a tapping noise made Tina jump. The sweater material slid from her face, did their mom return? Or Donna?
Her little heart nearly stopped. Staring at them from the window closest was a dark man. Dark as night. He had no features, almost as if he were only a shadow. His finger tapped repeatedly on the glass, and once Tina made eye contact with him, he stopped. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Then he ripped the door open.
Tina crawled to the other side of the car, dragging her sister along with her. The shadow leaned into the car reaching his arm towards them, but before he got too close Tina threw herself and her sister out the door and onto the cold ground. Her knee scrapped something sharp, but fear numbed all pain.
Tina prayed and prayed that her father would suddenly wake up, push himself off the windshield and rescue them, but he remained asleep, bleeding.
"C'mon..." Tina pulled her sister's hand. The girls squealed, certain they were being pursued. Their short legs carried them into the woods, deeper and deeper into the branch infested depths. Tears fell from her face and her bottom lip shook something terrible, but she fared better than her sister. Her pitiful screams echoed in the wilderness.
When they approached the cabin, the front door stood ajar and a puddle of red soaked the porch. Tina wrapped her arms under her sister's bottom and lifted her up so her feet wouldn't get wet.
"What is it!" her sister sniffled.
Tina decided not to answer. They had to hide somewhere. As soon as they made it inside the cabin, she set her sister down and slammed the door shut.
"Hide," Tina said, "We need to hide. Like hide and seek..."
"Hide and seek..." her sister pouted, her cheeks turned into bright red cherries.
The cabin didn't hold much, a simple dining area, a fireplace, some old furniture; everything layered with a generous amount of dust. A tall wardrobe sat at the end of the room, perfect width to fit them both. Tina shooed her sister towards it and crammed her inside. "Don't... Don't!" she cried again.
Tina had to secure the door. She didn't know where mom was or Donna, but she knew the shadow man followed them. Before securing herself next to her sister, she grasped at whatever courage she had left and ran to lock the front door. Just as her fingers reached the lock, banging came from the other side.
Tina fell backward. The force from the other side made her legs limp, but she managed to crawl back towards her terrified sister. They clung to each other, hiding in the empty wardrobe, smelling of dust and rust, as their pursuer's banging shook them both to the bone. Her sister screamed endlessly, and Tina tightened her arms around her.
Just close your eyes... 

Episode 8

Natalie and Jen half carried Tina out of the theater and didn't stop moving until they made it safely out and hidden behind a popcorn cart outside. The air sounded eerily still. Natalie pooped out and had to stop running first; her forehead pressed against the menu sign displaying the prices.
"You've got..." Jen rubbed her thumb against her cheek.
"What?" Natalie grumbled.
"There's chalk on your face."
Natalie reeled her head back and wiped the white powder away, "Ugh! Whatever... Grandma. Now would be a great time to explain yourself."
Tina sighed as if she were lifting an incredibly heavy load, "Well I can't exactly remember anything... I was taking a nap, not feeling well, and then I was being dragged off of a huge stage and hundreds of people were looking at me!"
"Probably because you were acting crazy!" Natalie said.
Jen shrugged, "There was also a dead body hanging above you."
Tina's eyes narrowed, "You know... I haven't been feeling well since that night where Button's..."
Everyone became solemn. The feeling of dread made all of them queasy when remembering Button's unsolved murder. Natalie fiddled her fingers, playing with a loose piece of string from her cardigan.
"I think we're all scarred from that," Jen said.
Tina's eyes moved to Natalie, "Granddaughter. My head's been cloudy for a long time. Dark energies have been stalking us... I've also noticed an absence in our rituals."
Jen's eyes shifted to Natalie's.
"Grandma..." Natalie huffed.
"I thought at first it was all part of the sacrifice... our duty protecting the stone, but NOW I'm seeing a bit more clearly."
Jen spoke up, "What stone?"
"It's..." Natalie grit her teeth. Jen and Tina both watched her intently, waiting for her next move, or confession.
"Ok... Alright!" Natalie exclaimed, "It was my fault. I looked when I wasn't supposed to!"
Tina gasped, "You looked? As in you looked into the bowl..."
"Yes! The bowl! During the ritual... I saw something freaky come out, and then Buttons died!"
Jen looked flabbergasted, and Tina looked as though the reaper came for her soul.
"What are we talking about..." Jen asked, "I mean I knew you guys did cool witchy things, but I thought we did this for show."
"You..." Tina's face turned pink, "I warned you!"
"I was ten!" Natalie said, "How could you trust me with something like that? Of course, I looked..."  Saying it out loud didn't make her feel better about her case. Natalie turned her eyes to the ground, kicking pieces of fallen popcorn puffs with her foot.
She sighed, "I didn't think a murderous monster creature thing would come out if I just looked."
"Still have no idea what you're talking about," Jen sang.
Tina rubbed her little wrinkly hands on her eyes. Of course, she felt disappointed, angry too, Natalie expected that. She carried the blame of Buttons these last years, knowing and not knowing how she could've been responsible. The guilt just hovered like a dark cloud, following her everywhere she went, at every ritual they performed thereafter when her grandma looked confused as if something was wrong.
"Why didn't you tell me then?" Tina asked, "It's been too long..."
"Too long for what?" Jen pleaded, "Fill me in, please? Hi, hello?"
A woman's scream alerted them. Different from the screams of joy the theme park normally filled itself with from the attractions, this scream riddled itself with terror. It sounded like it came from the entrance of the park.
"Grandma," Natalie approached her, "I confessed, now you need to too. What exactly is that stone?"
Tina's thin eyebrows furrowed, "It's who."
"What?"
Jen looked up in mild interest as well.
"The stone is... was... a cage for a whom."

Episode 7

Andrew tangled himself into another set of curtains. The only lights to follow came from the red glowing letters spelling "EXIT." Otherwise, he wandered, briskly, through the dark theater. He felt Jordan digging her nails into his arm, but allowed her to stay close.
"We have to get out of here!" she cried.
"Well, I'm uh, working on it," Andrew grunted as he tripped over an unknown object, "Ow..."
Jordan squealed right in his ear, "Someone touched me!"
"Yeah, and it's me."
"The magician?" Jordan gasped.
"Just Matt is fine..." he sighed.
Andrew could sense the presence of two new people with them. He assumed Matt had Macy along with him, and the sad sniveling confirmed it. Macy whimpered and bumped into Andrew's shoulder, almost sending herself falling to the floor.
"Hey, Mathe..Mathelemellow," Andrew said, "Can't you whip up some magic flashlight or something?"
"If I could... I'm pretty positive I'd be using it already."
"How can you sound like that?" Macy accused.
"Like what?" Matt asked.
"So calm!"
"Trust me," Matt laughed darkly, "I'm just as freaked as you are. Inside."
Andrew huffed. He had enough of this disorienting experience. Disregarding invisible obstacles, he plowed towards one of the red exit signs with Jordan in tow.

"Finally!" Andrew took a deep inhale. They made it outside, only to be welcomed by the late evening sky. Clouds had moved across the stars, giving very little light from above. With the power out in the entire park, the lively atmosphere felt cold and abandoned.
"Let's just get to the entrance," Matt suggested, "I bet there's a crowd now trying to do the same thing."
Andrew nodded; no complaints with that plan!
Jordan loosened her grip on his arm, and it seemed they were all able to cool off from the weird incident in the dressing room. Taylor's death plagued Andrew's mind. But who could blame him? Everyone who saw the poor girl's entrails had to be scarred for life. And who would paint her face like that? Whoever killed her enjoyed doing it, Andrew shivered.
"Hopefully everyone else is ok..." Jordan frowned, "I was too scared to even think back there."
"What was that?" Andrew looked to Macy, "It had to be someone in the room with us, but who would scare you like that?"
Macy shook her head, "A big jerk-face..."
"That laugh didn't sound like any of us," Jordan noted, "Although, I guess anyone can make themselves sound creepy if they're trying."
"I still can't get over Jacob being a cop," Andrew laughed, "Who knew, right? We rehearsed with that guy for months."
"I don't know what to believe," Jordan muttered.

The four followed the winding street paths of the park until they spotted the gates; tall metal bars with the Wonder World logo across the front, normally in flashing lights. Andrew wanted to be excited they made it, that they could go back to their homes safely, but something held him back. His suspicions were heavy like gravity and almost pulled him in the opposite direction of the gates.
"Whats wrong?" Jordan noticed Andrew had stopped.
"I don't know," Andrew made a face, "I just thought... I thought there would be more people or police cars. You know?"
Jordan sighed, but took another look and noticed the same thing. Moments ago they could hear people shouting after the performance, and yet they saw no one. By now, blue and red lights should've been flashing.
"Help has to be coming," Jordan snorted, "It's a theme park, they probably have emergency protocols or something to follow."
"How long were we in the dressing room?" Andrew asked, "I feel like we're the only ones left."
"Think an evacuation could've been that fast?" Jordan raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure there's someone... Oh! See. There's one right there."
Jordan skipped ahead, passing Matt and Macy who had also come to a dead stop. Jordan rolled her eyes, clearly, not everyone wanted to leave as badly as she did. "Excuse me! Hey, over here! We need to get out of here, like now!"
Jordan waved her arms to the figure standing at the gates. How come only one employee stationed here?
Her foot caught on something, making her almost trip. She'd had enough of this wandering in the dark nonsense, and grimaced, ready to kick whatever lay in her way. A scream caught in her throat as her foot almost collided with a person's face.
The dead eyes stared up at her; his skin glowing white and blood drying along the side of his head. A brutal wound caved into his skull like he'd been hit with a powerful object. Jordan noticed the dead man had company. Bodies paved the way leading to the gates.
Jordan trembled. Her breathing stopped altogether. The figure at the gates slowly turned to face her, but it possessed no human features. Only a cold and empty silhouette.