The bashing and screeching of metal from the bumper cars had finally ended, leaving Sora with a satisfying ache in his back and legs. He glanced at Ayame, seeing a triumphant grin on her face.
"Someone was certainly agile with their bumper car," Sora remarked, with a playful smile covering his lips. He couldn't help but be impressed, she'd practically become a ninja with her small vehicle.
Ayame's grin widened, "Who are you calling someone~ And you weren't half bad yourself!" she crossed her arms with Sora, "But next time, maybe try actually hitting me?" She said, her voice filled with mischief.
"Maybe" He smiled, "But I wouldn't want to hurt the park's bumper car champion"
Sora's playful jab caught Ayame off guard for a moment, 'Hmm~ He is getting more smiled' he wasn't one to make playful jabs with someone, so this action managed to warm Ayame from the inside.
The playful banter continued as they made their way towards the imposing silhouette of the park's haunted house. The place was dark with an eerie glow, 'They really have perfected the atmosphere of this place, if I didn't know this was under the park, I would have never gone inside,' Sora chuckled to himself.
This haunted house was undoubtedly the most popular place in this park, visiting this park meant this place was a must.
Suddenly, a scream boomed through the place, sending chills down Sora's fine, "Don't worry, it's just one of the visitors of the haunted house," Ayame explained, 'I know this place is scary, but scary enough to make someone scream like that??' Sora gulped.
"Y-yeah," Sora stammered, making Ayame chuckle.
"Though, if it gets too much, don't be embarrassed to tell me, we will leave that instant," Ayame said gently holding his hand.
Sora in return, squeezed her hand, a silent appreciation of her concern. He glanced back at the haunted house, one side of his felt weirdly excited.
Yet, another part, a more fearful one, felt a chilling premonition that this wouldn't just be another normal experience. An experience awaited him inside, which would unravel a truth he nearly wasn't ready to face.
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Ayame and Sora had finally entered the haunted house. They had around 5 minutes to go through the place, there were 8 to 10 more people who entered with them but scattered around the place. Though this was called a haunted house, it was more like a mansion.
Both of them carefully looked around the place with curiosity. The mansion barely had lights, just enough for the place to be barely visible. The lights flickered.
"This place has people act as ghosts and stuff, so be careful," Ayame said while looking around the place with visible excitement.
"Mhm," Sora hummed in response.
They were currently in the hallway, cobwebs brushed against their face as they passed through. A distorted voice played around them, though it was barely understandable, the voice was filled with malice, 'Now I understand why this place is so popular, damn' Sora internally complimented the recorded voice.
They entered a medium size room, illuminated by a single flickering bulb. Even the air felt creepy against Sora's skin. He glanced at Ayame, she wasn't half as scared as him, 'Why am I such a…. *sigh*' Sora was feeling disappointed in himself.
Sora putting that thought aside, started inspecting the room with Ayame. The room was relatively empty, the windows covered with torn-up curtains and a dusty beaten-up wardrobe.
*CREAK*
Suddenly, a loud creaking sound echoed inside the room. It seemingly came from the wardrobe. Sora and Ayame quickly looked towards it and saw nothing, "What wa-" before Ayame could finish questioning, the wardrobe burst open and a figure jumped out!
Ayame and Sora didn't say anything, but both of them were scared. The figure remained motionless for some time its face covered with a mask, then it took out something….. A rusty knife.
The creepy figure lunged at the both of them. Just as Sora saw the knife, a horrific scene flashed through Sora's mind, a figure lunging with a glint of metal…. This was terrifyingly familiar to him.
Chills of pure terror went through his body, time seemed to slow down, his breath caught in his throat, and a wave of nausea washed over him.
He wanted to scream but it was stuck in his throat. His body felt frozen, Ayame reacted fast, shoved him out of the way and screamed at the figure, her voice laced with anger and concern.
Now even the person responsible for this was worried, "I-I am s-sorry," the fake ghost stammered.
"Sora-kun?! Are you okay?!?" Ayame screamed, quickly holding the person in question as he kneeled.
Sora was gripping himself very tightly while trembling, "STOP FUCKING STUTTERING AND CALL SOMEONE!!!" Ayame yelled, her eyes filled with insanity. If looks could kill, the fake ghost would have died a million times over.
The poor guy trembled under her gaze and nodded in fear. Quickly running out of the room to call the staff.
Ayame returned her focus towards Sora, his eyes filled with terror, almost as if remembering something he had forgotten for good.
"Please Sora-kun, hold on, I don't know what's happening, but please calm down, not again, please don't leave me again" Tears formed in Ayame's eyes.
A certain memory kept echoing in Sora's mind. Something he had long forgotten, something he should have never remembered, something that had been a blur for years. A cold metallic tang kept echoing in his ears, choked screams escaped his mouth as he soon passed out from the stress.
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