You all head towards the House of Mirrors and you still feel a little woozy. You think that the house of mirrors won’t be that bad, at least your feet never leave the ground. You’re in line and feel a cold gust of wind. Your hair gets stuck to your lip gloss and you freak out not knowing. You shiver and Josh gives you his jacket. You smile at him and it’s your guys turn to go inside. It suddenly gets dark and you can see a thin strip of light reflecting off one of the mirrors. You see Lizzie run off behind you somewhere. Josh grabs your wrist and drags you towards a random mirror. You look and laugh because you appear to be very tall and skinny even though you’re actually short and average. You both giggle and move on to the next one. Out of nowhere the carnival music stops and you don’t hear the pitter patter of the converse that Lizzie is wearing. The lights become completely dark and you hear a loud screech before dead silence again. You panic in your mind but stay calm outer wise. You call out to Josh but get no reply. You struggle to reach out for his hand but only feel air. You don’t know where to go considering you can’t see anything. You hear a cackle in the distance and jump. You hesitate to say anything but decide against it. You try to remember which way you came. Then one by one the lights flicker on. You look around but see nothing but out of the corner of your eye a striped form is standing still. You whip around and scream because of the horror in front of you. It is visible in the mirror but as soon as you turn around you only see the polka dot fabric of the tent. The faint sound of josh’s voice is heard near you but your sure no one’s there. You glare at your reflection thinking that somehow it is your fault. You reach out and try to punch the mirror but your fist goes right through it and you fall in. How impossible you think. You end up in swampy, mucky water. You hear drops of water spill from the ceiling. It’s really deep and you can feel yourself slowly sinking. You struggle and grab hold of the closest thing to you. It is hard and cold and covered in something very rough. It starts to move and you let go. You are scared to turn around so you just stand there until you feel something tickle the side of your neck. Some ones breathe is grazing your skin and you sense the presence of someone behind you. They grasp your wrist and spin you around to face them. Eyes, red and big, almost animated, stare at you above a grin revealing crooked, faded, teeth that look like daggers. You try to scream but ripped red gloves cover your mouth blocking your cries. It laughs and pulls your hair sending tears to flow from your eyes. You hear it hit the water and dissolve into the rest. You decide whether or not you should kick him or run or just except fate. Should you: kick him or remain still? kick himremain still
Should you: kick him or remain still?
kick him remain still