Hey everyone, icarlyfreak here.

Disclaimer: Me? The owner of iCarly? Pfft. Don't be stupid.

NOTE: To answer superpi22's question: "Can you do a Creddie story next?" My answer is a flat out NO. I don't ship Creddie and I never will. I'm a Seddie Warrrior! AND this chapter has some swearing.

"What do we do?" Sam asked, her fear showing in her voice.

Freddie shrugged.

Sam looked to the side and she was shaking.

Freddie saw this and pulled her in a comforting hug.

He immediately pulled away when he realized something. "Sam!"

"What?"

"We have cell phones!"

"Oh, yeah. Let's get some pizza. You're paying, okay?"

He blinked. "We aren't getting pizza. We're gonna call for help because I wanna get out of here!"

"What about Carly?"

"I don't know. When we get out we can have the police look for her or something."

"But didn't that guy say she was the victom before us?"

Freddie pulled out his phone. "He was just trying to scare us. Although, it was strange how he ignored the rules and touched us and had a knife." He dialed Spencer's number since Spencer was there at the park somewhere on a date. Suddenly, "No service!" Freddie shouted.

"Do you have F Mobile?"

He nodded.

"No wonder why! They never have service! Let's just use my phone." Sam took it out of her pocket. She was about to dial the number when a computerized voice said powering down followed by a bunch of dings. "Damn it!"

"Sam!"

"Get over it, Freddie. It's not like you've never cursed before."

He rolled his eyes. "I was five and I didn't know it was a bad word. The girl in the movie was mean."

She chuckled. "So, you called her a bitch?"

"Yeah, but I didn't know any better!" He defended himself.

"Okay, relax. I'm not arresting you. We gotta get out of here."

"We can't."

"Yeah, that's the spirit."

"Sam, the entrance and exit is blocked."

Sam went red due to her frustration and screamed, "Hey! Can anybody hear me! Help! Help!"

Freddie joined her, "Help! We're trapped in the haunted house!"

Just then, one of the actors walked up to them. "Shut up!"

Freddie grabbed Sam's hand, letting her know everything will be fine in case she was a little scared. He spoke sweetly to the actors. "Sorry for the yelling, but, you see, our friend came in here and never came out. We have to find her and also there's... brick walls blocking the entrance and exit, so-"

"I said shut up!" The actor ran towards them.

Freddie and Sam were too shocked to move and the actor pushed Freddie aside. The dude's hands went around her neck as she slammed into the brick wall. She was being strangled and that's when she knew these actors weren't really actors.

Freddie stood up and smacked the person strangling her. The creep fell to the floor and she stared at him in shock. Freddie grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her aside. "Are you okay?" His hands stroked her cheeks.

"Yes." Sam pushed his hands away. "We gotta get out of here."

"I know. Let's go." He grabbed my arm and we walked toward the first room in the haunted house.

The guy who tried to strangle Sam got up and wiped the dirt from his already dirty clothes.

Freddie and I started running, hoping the exit was open or there was a room to hide in. We got to the snake room where there's a guy holding a real snake. "Wanna pet him?" He asked with a creepy grin. They ignored him and got to the next room.

The hanging room. The fake bodies hanging from the ceiling were seriously annoying Sam. The duo stopped short when the crazy in that room popped out of nowhere. "I found your friend!"

Their faced lightened up. "You did?" Sam asked.

"Where is she?" Freddie demanded.

"In there." He grinned and pointed to a door.

Freddie grabbed Sam's hand and they entered the room. The wacko slammed the door behind them. They turned to look at the room and saw it was just a huge freezer. "Carly?" Sam shouted.

"She's not in here."

"No, but other people are." Sam pointed at frozen dead bodies spewed out around the room.

She shivered and Freddie noticed. "You cold?"

"No, no. I'm perfectly fine, you know, being in a freezer and all. What do you think?" Sam glared at him.

"Calm down, Sam. We'll get out of here. Come on." He banged on the door and she joined him.

They gave up on trying to call for help. It doesn't help that Sam haven't eaten for a little over an hour. Sam and Freddie sat against the back wall of the freezer... freezing their butts off.

"Sam, your shivering. You're gonna get sick."

"So?"

"Here." Freddie unzipped his sweat jacket and Sam gave him a dirty look. "Well, hug me."

"Why?"

"This way we're both warm."

She hesitated, but did as told. "Never tell anyone about this."

"Oh, not this speech again."

"Freddie, people don't need to know we were ever hugging."

"We're sharing body heat."

"Fine. Whatever." Her head rested on his chest and his arms were wrapped around her.

It had to have been a half hour later when they heard a piercing scream from outside. They both stood up and walked to the door. It opened...

Walking out, they saw a girl laying on the floor in a pile of blood. Sam gasped and ran over to the body. "It's not Carly."

Freddie sighed relief. "Thank God."

"I think it was one of the people that worked as an actor."

"Well, who killed her?"

"How am I supposed to know? What do I look like? Google?"

Freddie ignored her comments and saw Sam shiver again, "Oh, are you still cold?"

"A little bit."

"Um, here. Take this." Freddie took of his sweat shirt and handed it to Sam. She stared at it. "Take it." Freddie demanded.

"Fine." Sam grabbed it and put it on.

"Better?"

She nodded, shyly.

"Good. Let's head for the exit and see if that random brick wall is gone." They turned around and screamed.

A guy covered with blood, stood in their way. "As long as I'm here. You're not going anywhere." He showed them a bloody knife.

"Oh my God." Sam choked out the words.

Freddie grabbed Sam and pushed her aside. "Sam, go to the exit!"

"No, I can't just leave you here with a murderer!"

"Go!"

"No!"

"Damn it, Sam! Just do as your told!"

She hesitated to, but she ran towards the blocked exit.

About ten minutes later, Freddie came walking towards her.

She ran up to him. "Thank God. Are you okay?"

"I'm wonderful, thanks."

"What happened?"

Freddie showed Sam the knife she didn't notice he was holding.

"Where did you get that?"

"I took it from that guy."

"Is he still here?"

"I locked him in the freezer."

"Okay, that makes me feel a little better."

"Sam, can I ask you something?"

"What?" She sounded annoyed.

"Do you... care about me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, do you care about me? Like, if I croaked, would you care?"

"Of course I care about you. Why would you ask such a dumb question?"

He shrugged. "I just know now that I have to protect you and if I die, I dont want you to be-"

"Freddie, I appreciate the fact that your trying to put me first, but dont die trying to protect me. We're both gonna get out of here. Alive."

Freddie stared over her shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" Sam wondered, turning to see.

There was a dark hallway.

Freddie and Sam exchanged curious glances. Freddie took Sam's hand and walked with her to the hallway that could be their way out or it could totally make things worse...

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