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My friends heard about this haunted high school experience put on by a bunch of people who bought an abandoned high school. Every October, they sell tickets and make you sign NDAs before you go in. You aren’t allowed to talk about the experience, which has only made rumors about the place fly! The only thing I heard that I believed to be true was 1) the actors could touch you and 2) it was unlike any experience ever.
For the price of the tickets, I joked it had better be fucking worth it. Three of my girlfriends and I packed up for the road trip we’d need to take to get there, and we arrived in the haunted parking lot at sunset. The parking lot lights blinked as if they struggled to stay on in the presence of the school. I felt unsettled as I jumped out of my friend’s jeep. It was silent, with no other cars or people—just the four of us and the rotting building that used to be teaming with life.
Haunted High School Nightmare
“Where the fuck are we supposed to go?” I asked, pulling my skin-tight jeans up higher. Goosebumps stretched out down my arms. The wind flicked through my hair as I looked around the empty parking lot.
“Probably the entrance?” My friend Kelly joked as she shoved my shoulder and took off running to the front of the school. The rest of us followed her. The glass of the double doors was broken and boarded up. As we looked for a way in, someone dressed in a dirty, ripped-up cheerleading uniform pushed the door open. Her head dangled to the side as if her neck was broken, and she held out a hand.
“Tickets?” Her eyes had no life in them as we handed them over, and she waved us in. “Good luck.”
We walked down the hall, kind of unsure where to go, and that unsettled feeling in my stomach grew heavier. A set of doors slammed, and Kelly said we should go in that direction. My heart started racing as they dragged me toward the sounds of danger. Have I mentioned I hate to be scared, and none of this was my idea?
We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.
To Be Continued…
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