Jack
grasped the shortened battle axe tighter as the Haunted Funhouse
plunged into complete darkness. “Didn’t you already try this trick
before,” Jack grumbled. He made it about eight more feet before his foot
banged something painfully and he let out a string of curses.
“What’s
that matter, has no one ever made it this far before? So now you gotta
kill the lights so you can think of what to send at me next.”
Silence.
It was so quiet his ears were ringing.
“Screw
this,” he said and moved forward until he reached one of the walls of
the maze. He had seen earlier that the walls didn’t reach the ceiling,
but stopped a few feet shy of it. He went left while running his hand
against the wall. As soon as he found a corner he leapt up and climbed
on top of the wall. A little luck was with him for even in the darkness,
he could tell he had found a place where the intersecting walls had
formed a large.
Once
he got himself situated on top of the wall, he took a deep breath, and
then began to whack the ceiling overhead. It was made from some type of
metal, which didn’t surprise him, but it only took three hits from the
giant twin headed axe to create a gash large enough for a trickle of
light to come through.
He
kept at it until a voice echoed through the maze. “What are you doing?”
The voice was shrill like a female hobbit that had just sucked in a
mouth full of helium. “You aren’t playing by the rules. You are
cheating!”
“We’ll hats off to me then. And… I make my own rules.”
There
was a series of piping curses and then the patter of a dozen feet
rushing toward him through the maze. Strangely the lights popped back
on. Jack was half tempted to leap down and kill whatever might be racing
at him, but it sounded like more had joined in the chase and he always
preferred the high ground anyway.
They
drew in close, but with the maze slowing them down, he might have a
chance to make it through. The hole had several jagged strips of metal
that reduced its size and Jack was forced to pause as he pulled these
back.
He
had just finished doing so and figured the opening was probably big
enough for him to fit through when the first of his pursuers came into
view and he wished they hadn’t
It
was as if they had emptied out the freak house and sent them all his
way. Things with matted flesh and coarse hair mixed with pale fish
colored men with elongated arms and missing body parts. Things of
indeterminate sex walked on their hands or dragged themselves along by
any manner their mangled bodies would allow. Others were beastly things
that could prove fierce combatants.
“Screw
this,” Jack said again, and made for the hole, just as the lovecraftain
horde poured into the hallway on which he perched. He was just climbing
through when he heard laughter above him. He was just able to catch a
glimpse of the thin man he had met outside of the ride, before a black
boot sent him tumbling back into the gibbering freaks below.
To be continued next Monday
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