A/N: Requested on tumblr (anotheropti) as "April and Sam tormenting clowns or other scary creatures at a haunted house." This one took forever to get back to, and then other fics cropped up that I just had to write!

Enjoy!

Standing in a secluded corner, just far enough away from the path through the neighborhood's yearly Haunted House, Sam watches her mother eye something. It was darkest there, a shade of the overhanging balcony and already low-light bringing a particular darkness that was all too comfortable for the pair.

"Mom, I told you this place is–" Sam starts but is hushed by a waving hand.

"Look," her mother points to a little closet that slides open occasionally. It would be hidden save for a sliver of light flashing momentarily every time it opens. "I think that's where they came from."

"Mom," Sam pleads. She isn't really bothered by the horrific imagery or anything. After all, her parents treat Halloween like most families celebrate Christmas. It's the people jumping out at her and stupid jump frights. "C'mon, can we go?"

"Don't you wanna get back at that jerk?" she says, pointing at the closet again.

When they walked in, Sam was immediately set upon by a neighbor dressed as Leatherface, alarmingly realistic chainsaw and all, and though her mom only jolted back in surprise Sam instinctively ran off to this very corner. It took a few moments to calm her down, and the flame of revenge sparked in her mother's eye afterward.

"How do you even know he's in there?" Sam asks.

"Because I've worked at these dumb places before. They always have stupid closets they jump out of," she says and rolls her eyes. "Trust me, it's super lame back there."

"Wait, you worked in a haunted house?"

"Being able to dress up as a witch and cover myself in fake blood? Duh," she says with a smirk. Sam chuckles and looks out from their corner of the house. "So, how d'you wanna do it?"

"Um, we don't have many options do we?"

"Okay, basic stuff," April nods and bites her lip, thinking. "Still your show, though. You choose how we screw with this kid."

"Wait…" Sam smiles and starts unlooping her belt from her jeans. "It's dark on either side," she starts explaining. It was so simple, but oh so satisfying. "Ma, gimme your belt!"

April reluctantly follows suit and then shares a wicked grin with her daughter when she's the simple little knot.

"Quick thinking."

"Robbie showed Victoria how to do this," Sam shrugs and points at the sliding door again.

for a few more minutes they lay in wait, watching the closet door. After the newest group of people entered and were spooked by the same guy wielding the chainless saw, he leapt back into the closet. Sam and April sidle alongside the opposite wall where the overhead shadow hid them, waiting for their moment to strike.

When it seemed clear, they dashed to the other side. Sitting on either side of the sliding closet door, they held the extra long belt contraption at ankle height and tried to suppress their laughter.

A few moments later, a handful of people walk into the hallway and the door slides open. The employee comes out in a rush, not looking, and sprints out to terrify this next batch with his shtick and harmless weapon. Or, rather, that's what he would have done had his foot not caught on the clasped belts and he tripped, falling into a ball in front of the would-be victims.

The group of girls point and laugh at the groaning form, April and Sam high-fiving each other before a rather tall man with a safety orange jacket began walking towards them with a stern look on his face.

Her mother hops over to her, belts lost on the floor. "Cheese it," she whispers to Sam and grabs her hand.

They hear a scuffle and Sam looks over her shoulder. The tall man tripped over the gangly legs of the Leatherface, fuming as they sprint out of the house with only the delicious laughter of revenge as their company into the otherwise dull Washington night.