The teens enter the house and emerge into the living room. It's a small room dark and foreboding. Brenda is already sitting seductively on a small chair.
"What's up big boy?" Brenda said, gazing at Brad lovingly. Her cherry tongue emerges from her mouth and licks her lips.
"Ha, Ha very funny," Brad laughs. A loud scream vibrates through the house and the lights start to flicker....
"Crap," Carmen yells, "Something just brushed up against my chest. Oh My God!" The room starts to spin and things are getting fuzzy. Several men it black leather outfits emerge from the walls. One man sits quietly on a wooded chair holding a hatchet. The lights go out.
"What's going on?" Brad yells as he turns on his flashlight. A beam of light darts across the blackness and hits Carmen's body. Shit, her torso was cut in half! Blood and guts spews from her stomach.
"Help me!" she cries. Everyone screams in horror...
The lights flicker on. Carmen is on a red sofa, laughing nervously, with body intact.
"I felt lightheaded for a few seconds, Carmen said smiling, "but I'm good now."
"Your fricking body was sliced in half," Jose yelled.
"What happened to the gimp guys?" Mike yelled.
"What gimp guys? Bill snorts. "I think we've all been smoking way too much weed tonight." The teens are a bit unnerved, but everybody was fine.
"Come-on guys," Brad said, "lets explore the house."
The teens continue onward...
"Look guys," Bill shouts as he waves his arms up and down. "Its a stairway!
"It must lead to the attic," Brenda snorts.
"You think so? I'm going to check it out."
"No! just stay with us," Brad yells. But it's too late, Bill is already half way up the steps...
As Bill moves up the wooden steps, a vociferous shrieking sound echoes through the attic as several bats fly past him. An old cock on a small Woodend table chimes 13 times.
"Oh for god sakes, you'll have to do better then that if you want to scare me... What the...?" From across the way he sees a something sinister sitting in a chair.
"Who's There?" No answer... "Speak!" Still no answer... Upon closer inspection, he realizes the shadowy figure is just an oversized doll. He starts laughing in relief, but abruptly stops when he hears a female voice screaming from the rafters high above.
He looks up and sees a young woman hanging form a noose, her face twitches uncontrollably as her nude torso swings back and fourth like a pendulum; cold blood drips from her body, hitting Bill's face like a gentle autumn rain. Suddenly the noose snaps and the woman plummets towards him. Bill tries to run, but can't... he's caught inside a sticky spider web.
"Oh No," he yells, as she crashes on top of him, breaking his skinny neck like a twig...
As the group continues to explore the house Jill is at her breaking point.
"I can't shake this feeling that somebody or something is watching us," Jill yells. "I'm out of here." She opens a blue door and finds herself in the graveyard. Eire dark clouds loom over the landscape as it stats to rain. In the distance a ghostly figure hovers towards her.
"Get Out," she clamors.
"All right, which way?" Jill said firmly. No response, it floats closer... Holy shit, the spirit turns into a ghostly skeleton - its bony skull is full of maggots wiggling around in empty eye sockets.
"I'm going back into the house," Jill yells, right before she falls into an open coffin six-feet under. The ghost glides over the open hole, looks down, and disappears.
"This can't be happening!"
"Oh, but it is," a gurgling voice whispers. An semi-dead vampire with an appetite for human blood is laying next to her. Jill tries to move, but can't, her legs are shattered. The vampire giggles with delight and bites her neck...
"I need to take a wiz," Jose said.
"Go for it," Sue replies. Jose breaks away from the group and opens a blue door and finds himself in a small bathroom.
A zombie in a old tub gives up a startled scream.
"Damn, you scared me," the zombie yells.
"Sorry," Jose replied timidly.
"No problem. As you can see, you caught me in the middle of my bubble bath. Say, tell me what's your name young man?"
"Nice to meet you, my name is Bernice." She extends her dead hand in friendship, but Joes backs away. Don't worry dear, I'm not going to eat you. To be honest I really don't like Mexican food, I'm mostly a consumer of French and Italian cuisine."
"Well you seem like a nice lady," Jose said, as he tries to figure out how to flee the room.
"If your thinking of leaving, don't bother, we've locked the door from the other side. But like I said before, I won't hurt you. Most people think zombies are flesh eating ghouls with an insatiable appetite to eat human flesh, but that's just a stereotype. We're actually just regular folk living ordinary lives. For God sakes, I'm taking a bubble-bath, what's more ordinary then that?"
"Now, let me tell you a little about my life..." As Bernice rambles on, poor Jose doesn't see that hungry zombie clinging to the celling just above him...
Brenda tells her friends she needs to get some shut-eye. The group argues about sticking together, however Brenda's stubbornness wins out and she quickly enters one of the bedrooms for a quick nap.
"Holly Crap!" Brenda yells as she enters the room. A demon lady dressed in a stylish nightgown is sitting on the bed humming show toons.
The creature speaks, "Hay Brenda, would you like to do some fun girly stuff with me?" Brenda skirts out of the bedroom, but instated of being reunited with her friends she finds her self in another room, a small empty room.
Suddenly the room starts to rock and roll.
"Oh My God, hay guys, what's happening?" A mechanical sound vibrates inside the chamber as one of the wall starts moving towards her.
"What the...?" She turns to flee, but the door she entered is gone! She is inside a tomb with no way out. Obviously this was just some sort of Halloween prank?
"Time out guys, this isn't funny! You know I'm Claustrophobic. Please stop it." But the wall doesn't stop, instead it accelerates towards her... ten feet away...eight feet...seven...
"Help me," She cries as her warm pee drips over the floor.
Just beyond the wall in some distant room, she hears somebody playing Moon Light Sonata on a grand piano. Again she cries for help, but nobody listens, nobody cares. The smell of urine, and sweat circulates in the frigid air as the wall pushes forward...three...two...one...
Brenda screams as the wall slams into her body at full force - blood squirts from her mouth, eyes pop out of their sockets, bones shatter and break apart. She sucks in one last gulp of air before her brains, guts and blood splatter neatly over the walls...
Mike and Carmen wonder off on their own and minuets later Carmen finds herself alone in the maze of endless hallways that go nowhere.
"Mike are you there?" Carmen yells. "Mike?"
"Mike is dead," a voice whispers down the hall.
"What?" Carmen yells. A freaky ghost holding a scythe ambers towards her.
"You herd me bitch, I said he's dead." Hairy male arms break through the floor-board and grab Carmen's legs.
"You sure are pretty," the ghostly figure whispers as she moves in closer. "What's your name sweetie?" Carmen starts crying.
"What's wrong sweet-cakes? Don't you like me? Come on now, don't you want to be my friend?
"No, let me go!"
Your free to go - What's wrong? Can't move your legs? You sure had a nice head on your shoulders."
"What?" Carmen clamors.
You herd me bitch," she said as she swings the scythe at Carmen's head, slicing it off with one swing. "I said you had a nice head on your shoulders. Yea, you herd me that time, that's right..."
"This place keeps getting creepier and creepier," Sue said as they enter the dining room. The ambiance is bazar, it's almost like being in a mid-evil castle. The allusion of bright sunlight filters into the room. In the center sits a large banquet table extending the entire length of the chamber. Sitting at one end of the table are nude male mannequins with twisted arms in the air.
"Burr, it's colder then a witch's tit in this part of the house," John said.
"Yes, it sure is..." Sue replies, gazing at the mannequins.
"O God," Sue said, "those mannequins are starting to move..."
"Their alive!" a voice cries out. The mannequins jump to their feet and mutate into some hellish looking creature with horrific wings. They fly around the room like insane vampire bats.
"Let's get out of here," Brad screams. The teens run out of the room, however Sue is slow into stride and drops behind. The hellish beast grabs Sue's head with its beefy arms and flings her across the room like a rag doll. Her body hits the wall with a thud. The creature laughs hysterically as her body lays still in a pool of blood...
Brad gets separated from his friends and finds himself alone in the bowels of the house. He moves aimlessly through out the house to find a way out. He enters a small door and walks down a dark corridor...
"What the hell!" A horrific-looking man crawling on the floor sprints past him leaving a bloody trail.
"Now what?" Brad clamors. A oversized cat with glowing red eyes strides towards him. Brad tries to run, but can't - he's exhausted, he crashes to the floor. Just before he fades away, the cat extends its furry paw and starts scratching his arm...
When Brad awoke, he found himself in a hospital bed, with an I. V. stuck in one arm.
"Welcome back," Nurse Waters said. "Hey... Don't scratch your arm, you might nock out your I.V.
"Thank Goodness," His mother said with a smile, "your back."
"What happened to me?"
"You were in a car crash honey," mom said, "a very bad car accident on Halloween night."
"How long have I been out?" Nurse Waters gazes at his chart.
"You've been in a coma for about three days now, but your going to be fine, your going to be just fine."
"What about my friends?"
Mom frowns and said, "Your friends didn't make it..."
"All of them?" Mom nodded her head...
"Good Morning," Waters said as she walks over to Brads bed. "It looks like you'll be going home tomorrow."
"Right-on," Brad said with a smile.
"Oh fudge, not again!" Nurse Waters clamors, as she gazes into a mirror. "I hate when I get a zit on my face." She starts scratching her milky-white face vigorously. At first small patches of skin start to flake away, then larger chunks of flesh, blood and hair spew off. She keeps scratching until there's nothing left but her bony skull.
"That's better. Now time for your sponge bath young man..."