Prologue
This is a work of fiction. Any character present is invented by yours truly. All rights reserved.
Everyone loves amusement parks.
But no one would ever want to be trapped into the Funhouse, late at night. Especially if someone inside is hunting you down.
At first you think it’s part of the game.
Then you realize that the chains your masked stalker clutches in his hands - no, not hands - are too heavy to be made of plastic. They ding against the floorboards, scraping, and you get goose bumps.
Then you scramble and look for an emergency exit, because there has to be, dammit, an emergency exit (it’s a game, right? Right?), while the laughter of those creatures is the soundtrack to the horror movie you suddenly became the protagonist of.
Unfortunately, in horror movies, the main character always turns out badly.
And in some ways, I was no exception.
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