OPTIONAL TASK 123
Halloween had always been Bowie’s favourite time of year. She loved all things horror, and loved a good scare. So when her friend invited her to a haunted house experience she jumped at the chance, she just hoped it would actually be scary this time. She had been to a few in the past and they were lack lustre and really lacked the fear she was looking for. Dressing in all black Bowie made her way to her friends place and picked her up before driving the two of them to the haunted house. She parked up across the street and the two got out of the car and stared at the building for a few moments. A derelict house stood before them, repugnant and mouldy. It looked creepy from the exterior. It appeared darker than the rest of the houses, even the sky surrounding it seemed to be a darker shade of black. The front garden was overgrown as it had been left alone for a long period of time. Bowie got a bad feeling about it. Fear anchored her feet in the darkness. An immense storm could be heard in the distance, echoing through the silent night. Lightning ripped the inky sky. The two crept across the street and pushed the cast iron gates open, which shrieked as they did so. A female was waiting for them, she was the person whom her friend had spoken to, to arrange the experience.
“Good evening ladies” the female smiled. “Welcome to the haunted house experience. Here is your recorder and video camera and flashlights and a walkie talkie to talk to me” she said before handing them over to the two of them. “Tonight you will be locked in this house and will be free to explore the house as you wish, your experience will come to an end when you both leave” she stated. "Locked in a haunted house" Bowie stammered. “You never told me we would be locked in a haunted house” Bowie said to her friend. “What’s a matter, scared?” she chuckled. “Of course not” Bowie snapped back, not wanting to show her fear. “You are free to do as you wish, go nuts and have fun. Enter when you want” the female said. Bowie gulped slightly. She twisted the handle of the door, it creaked ominously. Bowie stepped inside and the air felt thick around her, it almost became instantly difficult to breath. She used the flashlight to illuminate parts of the room, there were cobwebs everywhere and thick dust covered the room. Things had been left exactly how they were before the people had gone. It was somewhat creepy, seeing the things the living had once had, now that the house was dead an abandoned.
The two spent an hour calling out trying to capture something, but nothing had happened. It seemed to be a total bust. “Maybe we should call it a night since nothing is going to happen” Bowie said. “No, come on just a little longer” her friend pleaded and Bowie agreed. They called out some more then they heard a loud bang echo throughout the empty house. They both jumped. They did some more calling out and strange noises began sounding. Just then the crackle of the walkie talkie made them both jump. "Timothy Davidson is here" the female outside said through the talkie. “You need to get out” she instructed. The two females made their way downstairs to the front door and discovered the door was still locked. “You need to unlock the door” Bowie said into the talkie. After a few moments the female’s voice came through “I can’t find the key” came a response. “You mean we are trapped in here with a random guy?” her friend asked. “Unfortunately yes, maybe try and crack open a window and slide out” was the response.
The two walked around the house trying different windows but neither one would open. As they entered the kitchen Bowie noticed a pool of blood on the floor that had not been there when they walked through earlier. “That’s gotta be fake right?” Bowie said, trying to convince herself more than her friend. “Is he going to kill us?” her friend asked. “Don’t be stupid” she replied, trying to remain calm. Screams then echoed throughout the house but they could not locate the source of the screams. It was all becoming very odd. “We need to get outta here” Bowie said. She began banging on the windows trying to open them. “Careful you don’t smash the window” her friend said. "I'm frightened and I don't know what to do" Bowie responded. “If breaking the window is the only way out then f*ck it, I’ll end up breaking it” she said. She turned her attention back to the door and began kicking it as hard as she could and the frame cracked a little. She yanked and yanked the door before it finally came open and she and her friend got out of there as quickly as they could.