Wow, thanks so much for the reviews and reads, guys and gals! It's really encouraging, lol! I'm happy to see some new reviewers, and, of course, I'm happy to see some old friends. (grin) I'm glad you all are enjoying it, at least a little, because I sure am.
Honestly, I kinda...creeped myself out with this chapter... (shivers) Ugh, I thought I had to "get in the mood" to write, and so I did an experiment...and now I'm all twitchy...You'll see.
Onto the story!
Randy Orton screamed all the way down the chute, as much from fear as from surprise, before landing on his back on the cold floor.
"Ow, dammit," he growled, sitting up slowly. The box he had been holding hit the ground a moment after him, and the 3rd generation Superstar tossed it away angrily. "If I'm bruised up, I'll sue you, ya crazy bitch!" he yelled into the darkness, assuming that their "hostess" was watching somehow.
With a sigh, he stood, checking himself for damage and finding none. It was pitch black, but he could see the outline of a door not far away, and there seemed to be light on the other side.
'Guess I'm going there,' he thought, another annoyed sigh escaping his lips. The only reason he had agreed to come to this ridiculous "Horror and Fun House" was because he had assumed that the owner was some hot, clueless chick hoping to make a few bucks by scaring him with girls in skimpy vampire costumes.
Obviously, this wasn't the case.
"Last time I ever accept an invitation from some with the word 'vampire' in her name," he grumbled, at last reaching the door and pushing it open slowly. He peeked inside—it seemed alright. The walls were all white, and it was illuminated by several standing lamps, which gave everything in the room a sinister shadow, even the other lamps. On the other side of the room was a large red button with an inscription above it:
Push to escape. Do not push. Push to see the truth. DO NOT PUSH!
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Randy asked aloud, walking over to the button. "Push to see the truth?" He scratched his hairless chin. "Well, I want to get out of here, so..." Hesitantly, he pushed the button.
The door behind him slammed shut, startling him, but it seemed as though nothing else was happening. RKO sighed and looked around, not seeing any other way out. He went back over to the door, hoping to force it open, when something on the handle made him freeze in his tracks.
There, resting on the door handle, was the single biggest fucking spider he had ever seen in his life.
"Holy shit!" Randy yelled, backing away, even though he wasn't close to the creature. He stared at it in horror—it was bigger than his hand, hairy as hell, and pure black. It's body was perfectly still, but it's legs moved in that random clutching way that spider's legs do. Vaguely, Orton understood it to be a tarantula...and it was standing between him and his way out.
"Dammit," the young man muttered, wiping the thin sheen of sweat that now covered his brow. He stared at the creature for a long moment, neither really moving.
He thought suddenly of Shawn, and how frightened he was coming in. Now he definitely wished he had listened to the older man. There was more to this "Horror and Fun House" than he originally guessed.
'She really did know my phobia...' he thought, feeling a wave of fear pass over him. 'So how the hell am I supposed to get out of this room?!' His eyes swept the area again, and he didn't see a way out, but he did notice something odd about the walls...They looked to be becoming...transparent...
Randy walked over to one of the walls, the one nearest the button and furthest the spider, and touched it carefully.
"Glass," he whispered, shaking his head. The walls were glass, and, somehow, by pressing that button, they were becoming more and more transparent by the second. After about a minute, or so, Randy could make out something just beyond the glass, like the wall itself was squirming...
"Oh God help me," the Legend Killer said in a voice less than a whisper, backing away and feeling tremors overtake him. "Oh, shit."
The room he was in was a glass box...a glass box surrounded on the outside with dozens, hundreds of spiders. Some were obviously poisonous, others were as large as the tarantula on the door, and others even larger than that, with wicked hairy legs and protruding fangs.
Remembering the door, Randy turned to it, hoping to throw it open and get the hell out of here, but he was met with a sight just as horrible as the one around him. Now the door was covered with spiders, and it was in that moment that Randy realized that somehow they were getting into the room.
"Oh God, oh God," he said, over and over again as he looked for a way out. He looked up—even the ceiling was covered with them, more so than the walls, and now not only on the outside.
A flesh-tingling, itching feeling began to creep up Randy's back, and in panic, he ripped his shirt off, certain that a spider had been crawling on him. As he tossed the shirt down, none presented themselves, and the tingling feeling began to grow, and he felt it cover the surface of his skin, running down his arms and legs.
Orton scratched himself desperately, compulsively, twitching now, body shaking violently. He knew that in a few moments he was going to vomit, and probably pass out. The room started to spin as the creatures now on the inside and out continued to crawl.
Suddenly he felt a large, warm hand on his head.
A hand with eight fingers.
Shrieking, Randy clawed at his head, running around the room, trying to get the tarantula off by any means, panic increasing when he felt a similarly warm "hand" on his shoulder, and then clutching his ankle. Screaming, he tried to shake the spiders off, but they seemed to hang on tight, too tight. He flailed and shouted, eventually tiring and falling to the ground in a fetal position, sobbing softly, trembling as the lights in the room began to dim into complete darkness, and the spiders on the ceiling began to descend slowly upon him.
There's definitely more to this "Horror and Fun House" than the guys thought!
Confession 2: I HATE spiders.
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