“You can’t see me,” I tell him as I dig the saw into him, turning it on full power.
A bloodcurdling scream erupts from his lips as the saw powers across his chest, slicing through flesh and spraying out blood that splatters against people in the line.
“Holy shit! That looks so fucking real!” one guy hoots.
I smirk, digging the saw in deeper, slicing it across his abdomen, spilling his intestines for all to see.
Everyone starts rushing by us, screaming as they point and take pictures. It’s sad that the world thinks visual effects are this good. Little do they know they’re witnessing a murder.
As Chad chokes on his blood, Kyle nears, and I lean down to whisper my favorite part.
“I’m Victoria Evans. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister to the boy you let die. The victim you turned into a monster. And I’m going to fucking kill you all.”
He tries to form words, but I stand, watching with sick fascination as he makes a pathetic attempt to hold his intestines inside his body. Kyle pales, the girl on his arm stumbles back, and I walk right toward him.
He’s seen the real stuff. He knows this isn’t fake.
He tries to turn and run, but I sling out the saw, catching him right in the back of the head.
Pity it’s not on.
It hits him hard enough to knock him to the ground, and his girlfriend screams and sprints through the massacre.
I grab a bottle of lye as I drag Kyle by the foot toward the door.
“Best. Liar Box. Ever! Holy shit! We’ll never top this next year!” one teen shouts in complete awe as Chad continues to silently mouth for help.
I toss the lye I brought onto the sheet by the door, drenching Trevor in it.
More screams erupt from under that sheet as the scent of rotting flesh and lye collide and permeate the air.
My eyes start burning, but the mask I’m wearing under the mask—yes, a mask under a mask—prevents most of the fumes from getting inhaled.
Others, however, start rushing out, screaming in real fear when they feel the burn.
With all the commotion, no one notices me dragging the unconscious Kyle to the box, where there’s a hole cut into the floor. No one sees me push him down in it as the screams continue from Trevor.
No one notices who it is the person in the mask is dragging down under the traveling house of horrors.
I drop down into the hole, seeing no one’s feet rushing away. Yet. Wheels roll up from behind, and I check my phone, watching the cameras as Logan speaks to Leonard.
The two deputies at the end are suddenly rushing into the house when the girlfriend runs out alone. It’s now or never.
I quickly roll out from under the trailer, and I drag Kyle with me. He’s out cold when I see the backdoor of a car opening. A few eyes swing toward us, and I hold my finger over my lips, the universal hush sign.
A woman pales and turns away, her entire body freezing. She doesn’t make a move or say a word.
Jake’s mask is on, and he turns around in his seat, grabbing Kyle’s arm and helping me shove him into the vehicle. I shove the syringe into his hip, making sure he stays out.
We don’t speak, and I let him go as I turn and walk away like I didn’t just help kidnap the sheriff’s son. I can’t wait to have five minutes alone with him.
As sirens wail and the craziness gets crazier, I hear Logan shouting for someone, and I know they’ve figured it out.
Now the fun begins.
Like the killers do in the movies, I disappear calmly into the woods, and no one follows me.
Something tells me Delaney Grove will never view a Haunted House the same again.