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.