House on Haunted Hill
One million dollars can be theirs if they stay at the house people call "House on Haunted Hill"…if they survive the night.
Note: This story is based on the horror movie "House on Haunted Hill", This is just the wwf version. No character or main plot belongs to me. I've changed and added some scenarios and cut off some to make the story more interesting. Thanks.
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Molly leant back on the smooth pale ivory of her bathtub, bubbles surrounding her. Her hair was put up elegantly, a glass of champagne in one hand; the other hand held a remote control.
She switched the channels until she came upon a show that immediately caught her attention. The tv placed across from the bathtub, flickered as the show went on.
"The mansion, set on a lone dark hill, is said to be haunted. Haunted by mysterious ghosts maybe? All that we do know, is that there have been many horrific deaths inside the horrors. They call it the House on Haunted Hill, with very good reasons; the house was once a psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane. But one day many years ago, the mansion went up in flames, killing everyone except the lucky few that managed to escape, many say the souls of the criminals have stayed within the home, threatening the lives of all those who dared to go into the house…"
Molly's eyes brightened, an idea coming immediately to mind. She picked up a small handset phone she had next to her, pressing the button for the quick-dial.
"Willy? I know just where to have our party…" Her eyes gleaned as she watched the tv show go on to talk about the House on Haunted Hill.
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The news caster who had been sent to interview William Regal about his new "horror" ride that had just been completed, stood just outside of the amusement park, the camera man right behind her with the camera aimed to catch the view of the rides.
Stacey glared at Jeff, the cameraman, who seemed entranced some how of the roller coaster that passed above them. She tugged on Jeff's purple baseball cap, which was pulled on to cover his hair. "Are we going to move or are we just going to stand here?"
Jeff seemed to snap out of the trance, stuttering out apologies, quickly following behind her as they entered.
She soon caught a sight of William Regal her scowl turning into a vivid smile. "Mr. Regal? Mr. Regal? I'm from the channel 5 news, I'm supposed to interview you if you have a moment to spare?"
William Regal turned to Stacey, giving her a smirk. He stood out from the rest of the crowd, wearing a black suit, a cigar in his hand. "Well why of course, I always have time to spare for the public."
Jeff wasn't paying attention, staring at the candy bar he held in his hand, deciding if he should eat it now or wait till later.
Stacey kept on smiling to William, while she nudged Jeff sharply on the side, hissing to him, "If you mess this up our boss is not going to be happy."
He nodded, the sharp nudge sent his chocolate bar flying to the unknown, he trotted behind Stacey and William, William going on to explain about how his new "horror" ride at his amusement park came to.
"This will definitely be the main ride for years to come for this amusement park. Shall we?"
William stepped back, to let Stacey and Jeff get onto what seemed like an elevator. As Stacey and Jeff got in, William nodded to the controller of the ride, before getting into the ride himself.
The elevator slowly lurched towards the top. Jeff did a double take as he looked down, realizing the only thing separating them from the ground was the bars at the bottom of the ride.
William appeared to have read his thoughts, telling him, "It's quite all right, nothing is going to happen."
Jeff genuinely relaxed, looking back through the camera lens once more.
Stacey opened her mouth and was about to ask another question, when suddenly the elevator stopped moving.
"Wh-What's happening?" She asked, her voice slightly nervous.
William Regal looked confused as well, looking down, and above the elevator. "This wasn't supposed to happen, I'm sure we'll be all right if we just stood here…"
Just then the elevator took a violent bump, the elevator making a fast lane back to the bottom.
"We're going to die!" Jeff covered his face with his hat, hugging the camera to his chest.
The elevator shot down very quickly, the small space shaking back and forth.
As the elevator neared the bottom, the sharp violent bumps made Jeff drop his camera. Stacey and Jeff closed their eyes, getting ready to meet their ends.
Nothing happened though as the elevator hit the ground. Jeff opened one eye, to see if they were still alive, then opened another as he realized the ride was no longer moving.
William Regal gave them a cool leer before leaving as the elevator doors opened, a mechanic voice saying, "Thank you for riding the Elevator End, we hope you enjoyed the ride."
Stacey and Jeff's eyes met, relief filling their eyes. They slid to the floor, still in shock from the incident.
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Molly stood from the bathtub, stepping off onto the mat, wrapping a silk robe around her and a towel around her hair.
She walked down the hallway, stopping midway, walking into her study room. The room was ravishly furnished, the wood shone as the light appeared from through the drawn curtains. Molly sat down on the leather couch, flipping on her laptop.
She waited until the files completely loaded, before she started a new page. On the headline, she typed "Guests for Haunted Hill"
She typed in two names: Stephanie Gueno, Nick Mith
A knock came on the door, making her look up, annoyed that she had been distrupted from her list.
"I'm sorry miss, but there is someone on the phone that insists on talking to you."
Molly nodded to the maid curtly, leaving the laptop on, left the room to answer her call.
While the door was closing, she didn't notice that her list had been erased, suddenly replaced with a new set of names.
The invisible force sent the guest list, one Molly did not write out.
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Five sleek black limos drove up the narrow road that led to the top of the hill overlooking the town.
As they limos came to a stop, the five got out, each from their own individual limo that had been sent to them.
"Wow.." Torrie's voice trailed off as she glanced at the height of the building. She held a small handheld camera in her hand, ready to tape anything newsworthy to show her friends back at home.
Trish stood beside her limo, leaning against it, looking uninterested. She looked down at her nails, sighing. "This trip better not ruin my nails, my manicurist spent hours when I ruined them going hiking, one thing I'll never try again."
Matt came up beside Trish, "Come on, it might be fun, this place is supposed to be haunted."
Trish rolled her eyes. "And who might you be? I thought it said on the invitation card that there would only be 'special' people coming?"
Matt looked offended replying shortly, "To answer your question I am famous in my own rights, I'm pretty good at fixing cars, people from all over the state come to me for their car problems."
Trish looked at Matt in distaste. Lita cut in telling them, "Please just give it a rest. I came here to have some much deserved break, and I didn't come here to watch a rerun of a Jerry Springer reject."
Trish looked about ready to kill when Raven held back her arms. "She's right Trish, can we just have a night of peace?"
She jerked her arm away from Raven, muttering, "You should be glad I know you."
A man got out of the first limo, waving his hands to get everyone's attention. "Uh..hi guys," Lance said awkwardly, taking his glasses out from his pocket, quickly putting it on.
"I'm supposed to lead you into the building, so please follow me." Lance started to head towards the small steps leading to the building but halted mid-step, turning around and grinning, "In a single line if you can."
When Lance saw that no one was laughing at his joke, he blushed lightly, hurriedly going up the steps.
He opened the doors, letting them in to the brightly-lit hallway.
Lance turned to them nervously, his hands shoved in his pockets. Though as soon as he saw William, he rushed over towards him.
"Can I just please have my check so I can leave?" Lance said anxiously, looking around as if to see any signs of anything out of the ordinary.
William held a hand up, "Just a minute, I haven't even greeted my guests yet."
William clapped his hands, "Welcome, to the House on Haunted Hill. You probably came here thinking that this was a party…well I have a proposition for you, with great deals of money involved."
That perked everyone's interested, since they looked at William with curiosity.
"I'm willing to pay all of you one million dollars each if you stay the night here."
Matt laughed. "Are you serious?"
He nodded, "Of course, I'm a man of my word."
"What's the catch?" Trish asked.
"No catch, all you need to do is stay within these walls for the night, or should I say, survive the night, and you automatically get one million dollars each. If for some reason, one of you does not make it, then that money will be split among the survivors."
A buzz arose, but one seemed more than ready to leave the house without the million dollars.
"So who would like to leave now?" William asked.
Lance raised his hand, waving his arm. "I would, now can you please just give me the money you promised and I can just leave?"
William gestured Lance aside, turning to the others, "Please be kind as to tell me all of your names so I may write your names down on the checks."
Torrie spoke up first replying, "Torrie Wilson, President of Vogue."
"Lita Dumas, Lead singer of Oxygen."
"Matt Hardy, Auto Technician."
"Trish Stratus, Physical Therapist."
"Raven Lavey, ECW Wrestler."
William finished writing down all their names in his cursive writing.
Lance banged his arm on the table yelling, "Dammit, just give me the money so I can get the hell out of here!"
He looked up, startled. "I'm sorry, very well." He began to write down the check.
Lance looked around nervously, still not at place in the building. William handed him the check. As soon as he had the check, Lance started to walk towards the exit. Though when he saw that metal shutters were beginning to close over the door, he broke into a run. Lance tried to slide under the shutters but he was too late, he was trapped.
All the windows and doors began to get closed with metal shutters as well, the visitors whirling around in the directions of the windows and watched as the last drop of sunlight disappeared.
Lance banged his head on the metal shutters, tears almost spilling his eyes. After a moment, he stood up, walking back to the lounge, and sitting down on the couch. He took out a bottle of tequila, and began to drink heavily. "We're dead." He muttered.
"Pardon?" Lita asked, confused as to what he meant.
Lance repeated, only in a louder voice, "We're not going to survive the night, we're going to be dead by sunrise."
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