Hello all, I'm back! Ah...and I have a bit of a confession, and apology to make. So, I had planned on having this story posted in it's entirety before/on Halloween. But, alas, life interfered (not only in the form of school work this time, but in actual job-work...bah), so I didn't have a chance to polish the chapters the way I like to before posting them (and also, a chapter hadn't been written yet...it still isn't, but it's the last one, so we're cool, lol). So...I'm sorry it wasn't up by Halloween. It became a bit bigger than I had originally planned...Forgive me? (puppy dog eyes)

All that aside...here's the next chapter! (laughs) There's a certain pattern to these things that I hope ya'll are noticing...But I sure you are. :) Anyway, this chapter was HEAVILY inspired by my favorite band of all time, Lordi. They're amazing, if you like hard rock, and they recently made a motion picture over in Finland (that we're they're from) called Dark Floors. There was one scene that made me actually get a little scared, and it's been a while since that has happened, so I decided to do it to one of the guys. It may seem silly at first...but think about it for a bit...

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for the reads/reviews and such!


"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Triple H's voice could be heard echoing through the tunnel he was falling down, bouncing off the sides and around him, until he at last landed on the ground.

The floor opening up under him as he sat had startled him enough, but the length of his fall was what really made him scream as he realized how far he was falling and wondered what was at the bottom. Secretly, he had a slight fear of heights—hell, he rarely ever even jumped off the top rope in the damn ring—but his fears were assuaged when his landing ended in a soft bump on what appeared to be a large cushion of some sort.

He sat bolt upright, blinking in surprise, when a sudden thump on his head made him wince. Hunter rubbed his head and saw the jack-in-the-box as it more or less landed in his lap.

"Piece of shit," he grumbled, tossing it away. He looked up and surveyed the room he was in. It was well lit, with white walls and lights, and two doors, one at either end. For a moment, Hunter was confused—he had assumed that the "fun house experience" would be over at the end of the fall down the chute. Apparently, there was more to it than a simple fall. Vaguely he remembered the message they had been given at the beginning...something about facing their fears...

Maybe there was more to this "Horror and Fun House" than he had originally thought?

Triple H laughed to himself. 'Yeah, right. Bitch doesn't know what I fear...Hell, I don't even know what I fear. Actually, I'm the King of Kings...I don't fear anything!' Feeling much more put-together, Hunter stood up and dusted himself off.

"Just try and scare me!" he said aloud, looking between the two doors. "C'mon, I dare you!" On one side of the room, the sign above the door said First Floor. Above the other door, were the words Basement 2.

'I guess up is where I want to go,' the Game thought to himself, walking towards the door that apparently led to the first floor. 'I mean, that's where the entrance was, right?'

He walked up to the door confidently, and grabbed the handle. He was pretty sure that whatever was behind it couldn't be all that scary, and after all, it was just a fun house, right? What was the worst that could happen?

Triple H threw open the door, and the light from the room he was in shone into the next, illuminating a scene that made his mind, unwillingly, go back several years.

Paul, age 6

He was downstairs, well past his bedtime. He had sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack, tiptoeing around the furniture, at last reaching the glorious refrigerator and the ice cream inside. He finished off as much as he could as quickly as he could, and began to make his way back up the stairs, when light from the TV screen caught his attention.

His big sister, Lynn, apparently thought it was a good idea to sneak downstairs too, because there she was, sitting on the couch, watching television at 11:00pm.

She hadn't noticed her little brother until he was right at her side, and when she at last did see him, she nearly jumped off her chair.

"Don't scare me like that!" she whispered, angrily, pulling her little brother up on the sofa with her. "Are you trying to make me scream and wake up mom and dad?!"

"What are you watching?" Paul asked innocently, eyes fixed on the screen. There was a woman and a man on the screen, and they were both in a completely dark room. They were huddled together, both of them clutching a single, fading flashlight.

Lynn smiled down at her younger sibling. "It's a zombie movie," she whispered, smiling her big-kid smile. "It's a horror movie. Lots of blood and gore."

"Zombie?"

"Yeah...Dead people who move, and walk, and eat you alive!"

Paul nodded, eyes still fixed on the screen. The man and the woman—he never did learn their names—had stopped walking, and stood looking at a wall in front of them.

"We have to go back!" the woman said, eyes wide and bright in the darkness.

The man shook his head. "No, we can't go back..." He put his hand against the wall, as though that would help, and the turned around, defeated. "I guess if we take the elevator...we...can..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened suddenly.

"Were those always there?" he whispered, pointing to the floor. The woman turned around and screamed.

There, all along the walls and floor of the hallway they were in, were rotten corpses, hundreds of them, each one lying in a position as though it had been crawling.

Paul felt a shiver go down his spine as the scene seemed to expand. The entire building was full of corpses, each one frozen, reaching for the man and the woman, both of whom had fallen silent with terror.

"H-How do we get out of here?" the man wondered aloud, not daring to move anything but his eyes. The woman screamed again, startling the man. "What?!" he yelled, turning to her quickly.

"They...they m-m-moved," she shuddered, eyes somehow growing even wider. "The bodies...they moved! They were just moving!"

The man's eyes narrowed, and he took a careful step forwards, shining his light into the face of the nearest corpse. His nose wrinkled as the smell of decaying flesh filled his nostrils, and he felt a wave of nausea as he noticed the rotting flesh barely clinging to the semi-visible bones.

"I don't think—" he began to say, when suddenly, the corpse reached up and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to his level. The man screamed, the woman screamed, both were frozen with terror.

Lynn and Paul were frozen as well, young eyes wide, as they watched the zombie sink it's teeth into the man's neck, drawing even more screams from him until they morphed into a sickening gurgling sound. He thrashed around for a few moments...until another corpse wrenched his head back so far and so hard that his spine cracked, and a third reached into his torso and began to pull out his entrails.

The poor woman, who had not stopped shrieking, became even more hysterical as the other bodies began to walk and shuffle and crawl towards her. Her fate was sealed, and she knew it. The man was nothing more than a random collection of limbs, organs and thick blood on the floor by now, and the image on the screen began to darken as the Dead surrounded the woman...

Suddenly, Lynn and Paul felt a hand on their shoulders. Both children screamed, Lynn turning around quickly to face whatever was behind her and Paul jumping into Lynn's arms, eyes shut tight against the zombies he knew were coming to tear him to piece and eat his flesh.

"What are you two doing up?" their mother asked sternly, gazing at the two terrified children. "And why are you watching that?!" Her question was directed at the oldest, who was now looking away sheepishly. But then her attention turned to Paul, who was sobbing softly. She took the little boy into her arms, declaring that he'd never watch another scary movie again, and took him upstairs, promising to have a long talk with Lynn later.

It was his first—and last—horror movie.

Hunter stared into the room, eyes wide with disbelief. The scene before his eyes now was exactly the same as that scene from the movie so long ago. There was the darkened hallway, the bodies lining the walls and floor...even the stench of rotting flesh was as he had imagined it had been for the victims in the movie. The only difference was that there was a door at the end, but otherwise, everything else was the same.

But how was that possible?

"No fucking way," Triple H whispered, backing away from the door and letting it shut slowly on it's own. "No fucking way!" He looked around the room, heart pounding, tripping over the cushion he had landed on. Things didn't make any sense. How could whoever was running this place have known about something that happened to him when he was a little kid? How could she have the details just right?

"Who the hell are you?!" he yelled, hoping for some response. "How are you doing this?!" Quickly, he walked towards the other door, opening it slowly and cautiously. Behind it was a steep ramp, leading down into some darkness. He didn't even want to know where it led, he just wanted to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.

'But wait, going down to the basement won't get me out of here,' he thought as he stared into the darkness. 'Fuck, the only way out is...past those bodies...' A deep shudder passed through him, but he forced himself to be calm, and breathe deeply.

'C'mon, Paul,' he told himself as he once again opened the door that led to the hallway full of bodies. 'You can do this...just get by them, and then to the door, and you're home free.' He took a few minutes to mentally prepare himself, unable to decide whether to sprint past the bodies, or tiptoe by them.

The last thing he wanted was to wake them up.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he asked himself aloud, suddenly. "You can't wake up a dead person. That was a fucking movie, and a cheesy one at that. Now, go!" With a deep breath, he plunged into the room, sprinting down the dark hallway, eyes focused on the other door the entire time, although the corpses were always in the corner of his vision, and they made him run much, much faster.

When Hunter at last reached the door, he slammed into it with all his force, grabbing the handle desperately, twisting, turning, pushing, pulling, pounding...

It was locked.

The door was locked.

The keyhole stared back at him mockingly.

"No!" he yelled, beating on the door with his fists. "Let me out! I got past the bodies! Let me out! Open the door!" He kept banging on the door until a sound from behind him reached his ears. It was a soft sound, usually something to be ignored, but it made his blood run cold.

Hunter turned his head slowly, brown eyes wide with terror.

The other door was steadily closing.

"No!" he screamed, immediately taking off towards his only exit. There was no way in hell he was going to be stuck in a hallway with a bunch of corpses lying around--

"Ow!" Hunter gasped as he fell suddenly, hitting the ground hard, his ankle apparently caught on something. He turned to untangle himself from what he assumed to be a cord, however, instead, he found himself staring into a pair of hollow eyes, and a rotting, leering smile.

"Shit!" Triple H screamed, trying to scuttle away from the thing grasping his leg, realizing that all of the corpse were now moving, slowly coming to terrible life.

Hunter, empowered by fresh horror, managed to pry his ankle loose as he began running for the door again. But now he could feel hands covered in dead flesh brushing against his arms, trying to latch onto him, trying to drag him back into the ever-darkening hallway as the door continued to close. He knew vaguely that if he didn't make it out before that door shut, he was as good as dead.

But Triple H was running as quickly as he could, feeling sicker every time his foot accidentally crushed the limb of an awakening corpse, eyes widening as the very walls seemed to teem with undead life.

Another scream tore from his throat when he felt a particularly strong hand grasp his hair, pulling him back, halting his movements for a moment.

And that was all that was needed, a moment, because in that moment, dozens of hands were on him, and Hunter was screaming and thrashing around, trying to get free.

"No, this can't be real!" he said over and over again as he was being pulled back into the darkness, fighting fiercely. "This can't be real!" Suddenly, his left arm was free, and Hunter took the opportunity to grab onto something—anything--in front of him, using it to propel himself forwards.

For a moment, hope flared in his heart. He was going to make it out.

But that hope was quickly crushed as the light in the hallway became ever-more dim, and Hunter realized, tears filling his eyes even as he ran, that he wasn't going to make it to the door before it closed, sealing him inside with the ravenous Dead.


Poor Hunter...that's just not right...Dead bodies are bad enough where they're not moving/walking/after you...

'Taker's next. (Wicked grin)

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