They say there was a killer who used to choose his victims from the old, deserted college just over the hill. Rumor has it he kept coming back, so they decided to just shut the entire facility down. Some say he's still there somewhere, waiting for his next victim, but I think they're just trying to scare the younger kids. I'm too old to believe in that type of stuff, it's obviously just the result of boredom and having too much time on your hands.
Still, I wonder what really is up there. Why is it that no one has taken ownership of a location that seemingly has so much potential? Why did the college really close down in the first place? My friends keep talking about going over there to spend a night in the college, just to see if there's anything weird there. I keep telling them that the rumors don't say it's haunted, just that there's some psychotic killer there. They don't seem to understand that if they believe the stories and rumors, that makes them slightly suicidal for wanting to go there. However, since there's most likely nothing there besides a few dead rats, it would be pretty funny to see them have to spend the night in that old dirty building. Maybe I should go with them just for my own amusement.
Clearly, I've let my curiosity and slightly sadistic sense of humor get the best of me, because I'm going with them to the college. I keep telling them they're going to have to spend the night on an old, dirty floor, but they seem to think they won't survive the night. Does this count as an assist for attempted suicide if I continue to encourage them to go?
We've arrived at the gate, I'll admit it's a bit more intimidating than I expected it to be. This place does give off an energy that says something really horrible happened here. I keep telling myself it's just the cheap tacos I ate for dinner, but I can't help but feel a bit nervous seeing the college in person. Everything seems darker here and the moon seems to have disappeared from the sky completely. Obviously, I've been listening to too many of those stories since I almost believe there is something evil waiting for us here.
Everyone else feels scared and nervous too, but being the intelligent human beings that we are, we all continue through the gates of the college. We get to the front entrance of the college and decide to split up and look for a good place to camp out for the night. I'm feeling a bit better, having come across nothing out of the ordinary, and I crack a joke about how this plan is the one that always gets people killed in the movies.
I enter the building and turn right down a hallway. I'm surprised by how normal and clean it still looks after all these years of apparent abandonment. I start to think that maybe this is a setup. Thinking back the gate barely made a noise when we opened it and it wasn't locked. I laugh to myself as I think of how stupid I was to get sucked into a tourist attraction in my own town. The floors are shiny as if freshly waxed and the walls appear to be freshly cleaned. I flip a light switch just to see if it works, and sure enough, the lights have been cut. I'm such an idiot, I've been suckered into entering a Halloween fun house, and it's not even October yet.
I turn a corner and find a doorway at the end of the hall. The sign on it says that it's a locker room. I enter, expecting to find cheaply made dummies hanging from the ceiling covered in fake blood or something similar. I laugh out loud as I see what's in front of me. Confirming my suspicions of a fun house is a room full of mirrors. Amused, I continue into the room, careful to look for any "zombies" that may be waiting, just so I can laugh in their faces and give them the finger.
I make my way to a clearing surrounded by mirrors. It appears to be the center of the room and I notice a dummy covered in "blood" is laying on the floor. On the lockers next to it is a message that reads "Joe's gonna kill you" in red paint. I take a step closer to the dummy and realize something strange. It's wearing the same clothes one of my friends was wearing when we came here tonight. I roll my eyes, realizing that they set me up, hoping to scare me. I shout "Nice try, guys" as I reach out a hand and shove the "body" laying on the floor in front of me over onto his back. I gasp and take a step back. This is the most incredible makeup job I have ever seen, his face appears to be completely ripped off.
Before I have time to realize that it's not makeup, I hear a sound from behind me. I look up and see a figure in a clown mask in the mirror in front of me. No, it's in ALL the mirrors around me. In his hand is the face of my friend, still dripping with blood. I turn to run, but I can't remember which way is the real exit. I run straight into a mirror and fall backward, dropping my flashlight. I hear something that sounds like hooves coming towards me and look over to see the shadowy image of a dark red minihorse in one of the mirrors. I'm frozen from fear and can't even move a finger.
The figure in the clown mask opens a locker. I watch as a coconut falls to the ground. The clown-masked man doesn't seem to care. I watch as he brings a long pole with a chain on the end of it, on the end of the chain is a plastic severed head wrapped in barbed wire and several broken Christmas bulbs out of the locker. He moves it so that it's hovering over my head and hangs the fleshy remains of my friend's face on it. The blood is dripping over my own face now and I feel like I'm about to pass out. The mini horse is blocking what I now see is the only exit. The masked man rests one foot on me to ensure that I don't move and bends down to pick up the coconut. He takes out a knife and I think he's ready to kill me. Instead, he cuts a hole in the coconut and sticks a straw with an umbrella on it inside. I can't believe what I'm seeing as the clown-masked man stands there drinking milk from the coconut. Finally, he drops the coconut. I turn and stare at it, as I know what's coming next. He raises the weapon on the pole up over his head and brings it down towards me. The last thing I see is my friend's face coming down towards my own out of the corner of my eye. Joe wins again.