In the spirit of Halloween…I have a haunted Virals story!

This is inspired from the Haunted Hercules thing my parents made me go to. It's a 'haunted' airplane that you go through after going through a tunnel. Not too scary…unless you're like my sis.

Disclaimer: I don't own Virals.

Reminder: This is set after Seizure, just the time. No references will be made. I know Hercules isn't in SC, but roll with it, kay?

"Why are we here again?" Hi groaned.

"You can go home if you want." I suggested. Hi looked over his shoulder.

"Never mind. I'll stay with you guys." I nodded and walked ahead. The rest of the Pack trudged behind me.

"Can we at least get a coffee?" Typical Hi.

"There's a Starbucks just a block away from the plane." Shelton agreed with Hi.

"Fine. Coffee won't hurt." We turned left into the parking lot. We each ordered a coffee, except for Shelton, who ordered a tea.

We continued to our destination, hot drinks in hand. We scurried down the streets, sun slowly setting. The air was chilly, so I was glad I brought a hoodie.

Hercules loomed ahead. A black and purple tunnel stood before it, and muffled screams emitted from inside.

We walked down the line, it was endless. Tents were everywhere, selling glow sticks, charms, glowing butterflies, and foods.

The line turned sharply and I almost screamed. It was only 7:20, but I knew it would take 3 hours to get to the front.

"Sweet Jesus. We'll be here in the morning." Hi groaned.

"Well, hurry up unless you want 20 more people to cut in." I prodded Shelton and he jumped into line.

"Why are we here?" Ben re-asked Hi's question.

"Because, we are getting into the Halloween spirit. This is the first haunted plane…actually haunted anything in this town. We're gonna do it!" I stamped my foot for emphasis. The looks on their faces was so comical that I couldn't help laughing.

*Half an Hour Later*

"I'm bored."

"Hi, we heard the first fifteen times."

"Can we leave?"

"No."

"I'm tired."

"Heard it the first thirty times."

*An Hour Later*

"I'm tired."

"Bless us! Hi, don't you think Jesus was tired carrying that cross around? Shut it."

"It's different."

"How you figure?"

"I'm human. Jesus isn't."

"Hi…"

*25 Minutes Later*

"Almost there."

"Don't jinx us, Blue."

"I'll knock you upside your head."

"Touchy."

*30 Minutes Later*

"Finally!"

"How many in your group?"

"Let's see…one, three, seven, 326, ma'am."

"Really, Hi?"

"She asked."

"Only three."

"Three? Ben? Who did you leave out? Do you need to go back to Pre-K?"

"Do you hear something?"

"Not at all…nothing."

*2 Minutes Later. Tunnel Entrance*

"You guys ready?"

"Not really."

I was at the front of the group, with Ben. Shelton and Hi were huddled at the back.

We waited. The guard's walkie-talkie crackled and a voice mumbled "all clear."

The guy waved us in and I strode confidently. I couldn't see, except for the fain glow sticks duct-taped to the rods above us. It was dark, foggy, and tightly packed. I was pretty relaxed…

…Until the zombie almost attacked me with an axe.

"Holy frick." I jumped onto Ben's arm and hissed at the zombie.

"Nice, Tory. Remember, what you see is all pretend and in the spirit of Halloween."

"Shut it, Blue." He had memorized the warning board outside. It had warned about sites, and health conditions that shouldn't participate.

Monsters were hidden at almost every corner. In every crook. But, fake plastic dummies were placed to blend everything in.

A lady jumped in our path and screamed for help. A scratchy voice told us to go back. We turned a corner and a Bloody Mary mirror lit up. A fake spider web brushed my arm and I jumped. A masked face jumped out at me.

We turned again and stopped. A silver, ripped up, screen hung in front of us. There was something attached. It was hard to see in the dark with the strobe lights.

We bumped into a table carrying a silver platter with a human head. Fog swirled evilly, thickening the air.

Two more volunteers jumped in our path. I tripped over a fake spider. The ground was littered with old glow sticks, plastic bags, fake spiders, and I few unidentified items. We turned a final corner and I saw an opening to the 'graveyard' walkway.

I ran through the opening to sour air. Mummies guarded the way to the plane. The main event. It rocked and thumped, strobe lights visible. I turned and saw Hi and Shelton hugging each other. I walked quickly through. The short path was shut off with a rope fence. Tombstones were placed randomly. Broken bones were strewn everywhere.

I skipped up the wobbly, wooden steps to the Hercules. The walkway was tight. Black curtains hung on every side. Plastic clowns and zombies blended the real ones in. It was easy to tell them apart. Usually.

The plane rocked and thumped, shaking the already unsteady structures. Recorded voices rasped at us, telling us to turn, go back, and to choose a different path. The costumes screamed at us. I was sure they're throats must have been as scratchy as hell.

A demented Red Riding Hood leapt out and brushed my shoulder with her dagger. I froze and backed up into Ben's chest. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me by his side, a tight but comfortable fit. White strobe lights blinded us, becoming brighter with the silver nets and shiny mirrors. Bloody faces loomed from the stillness. Again, I tripped. But this time over an electrical cord.

One more black-cloaked monster bounded out at us before we ran down the exit. We were in a big, open arena. Hi and Shelton were both hyper-ventilating. I trembled; from the cold…I wasn't scared…for the most part. It was fun, I didn't scream, or cry.

"That was…fake."

"Just imagine it with flares. We would have dominated."

"Wanna come back tomorrow?"

"Definitely." Ben agreed.

"Sure, cause I am…so…not scared."

"Sure, Hi."

Continue with flares? Yes or no?

Thanks for reading. Please review.

~WireWriter