Tyson and his gang ultimately got to the house, in which we would meet our end. Steve and I pleaded with Tyson, but no he would not listen and, within a second we found ourselves on the floor of old Mary’s haunted house. The laughs of Tyson and his friends became lower and lower as they walked away from the house, whilst Steve and I lay on the floor of this pitch black, abandoned school. We both lay silently on the floor, as the squeaks of the rats, which were creeping around, tormented us.
Suddenly the lights turned on. “Who-whose there?” was the trembling sound that came out of Steve’s mouth, but there was no reply. We could now see where we were, we were on the floor, of what seemed to be a school canteen. The tables and seats, covered in cob webs and dust looked as if they had been lying there unused for centuries. I tried to open the door, from which we entered the school, hoping that we would be able to make an escape, but we weren’t this lucky, as hard as we tried the door would not open. There was a eerie vibe, surrounding this canteen, which added to the fright we were experiencing. All of a sudden we could hear a strange sound, it sounded like something out of the x files. We couldn’t help ourselves, as we were drawn by this unusual sound. We didn’t know why but we both started to walk towards this gleaming white door which was at the end of the canteen, it was as if we were hypnotized by the eerie rhythm. As we came closer and closer to the white door the tune became louder and louder. We now stood right in front of the door as if we were expecting it to open for us.
All of a sudden the tune came to a halt. On the white door was a gold postcard. Steve read the postcard “To unlock the door find the gold in the mirror.” We both were baffled, “what gold in the mirror?” Steve asked me. For once in my life I did not have an answer. “Look there, there’s door with a big mirror on it,” I said to Steve in a worried tone.
“What you waiting for open it J” nervously said Steve.
“No you open it” said I.
“What if there’s a gho-gho” before Steve finished his sentenced I interrupted him and decided to open the glass door.
“This door with a giant mirror on it must be the ‘mirror’ in which the ‘gold’ is.” Whispered Steve. For once I agreed with him.
We both anxiously walked towards the door. As we approached the door we both said to each other at the same time “Are you sure you want to do this,” we both nervously smiled at each other and nodded our heads. This room was full or mirrors. As I turned the door knob it creaked as if it had not been used in years. ‘THUD,’ the door closed, without allowing Steve to come through. I ran back to open the door but it was locked, I cried out load Steve’s name but there was no reply. I repeatedly cried out his name, shouting ‘Ha Ha, this is very funny Steve, come into the door now, this isn’t no time for jokes.’ But still there was no reply, as I realised that Steve was not playing a silly trick on me. The terror that I felt before was nothing compared to what I was feeling right now. ‘What happened to Steve, is he dead?’ I tried not to think this but the same thought consumed my mind.
“Come here my child, don’t be scared” was the sound I heard. It was the voice of a woman.
“Who’s that?” I stuttered fearfully.
I was very frightened but also tempted to meet this person with a women’s voice for some reason. It was my only way out, I thought. As I walked through the mirrored room in search of the mysterious voice I saw a bright shiny golden key on the floor. At First I thought it was an illusion. But then I saw the key move further and further away from me. Than I realised this was reality. There was nothing I could do except follow the key and hope I was lead to day light. I was in pursuit for the key.
As I got closer and closer to the key, the laughter of the mysterious voice got louder and louder. I did not look up because I thought something was behind me. I had to face this fear. I moved my eyes of the key and looked around. There were millions and millions of them every where. It was a person dressed as a clown. This was what it seemed liked to me. This mysterious person had long curly green hair with a painted whit face and a red nose. The persons outfit resembled like what clowns wear. I had no no time to think because in this place was not trustworthy. I picked up the golden key and try to vanish from the clown’s eye.
I held tightly onto the key as if my life depended on it... Actually my life did depend on it. I ran through the mirrored room. Fear was rushing through my body and sweat dripping off it, as the evil clown chased me down hall, I was its prey and it would not rest until I was in its possession. To add to the terror, the clown’s horrific laugh was echoing throughout the glass room. I thought my fear had reached its peak but no! Suddenly an eerie smoke started to appear in the room, it was getting thicker by the second. My vision was getting blurred, but I carried on sprinting towards the exit door of this room.
As my destination got closer and closer, so did the evil clown. The laughing of the clown got louder and louder, and the smoke in the room got thicker and thicker. The clown would not let me go. My target, the exit door was now within reaching distance, hope started to restore into my heart, nevertheless the fear was still very present.
The evil clown was now about a meter away from its target (me), as I was too a meter away from my target (the exit door). The mirrored room was now pitch black. I reached the exit door but could not see a thing. "I've got you now, you little brat,” screamed the clown, as it grabbed onto my leg. I tried to fight it off, but its hold was as tight as handcuffs. The clown dragged me back down the mirrored room, i screamed for help but my screams were left unanswered.
Strangely the fear from my body had vanished, and instead I was consumed by anger. That’s it, I couldn't handle it anymore, finally it hit me, my life is being snatched away from me, and all I could do is cry like a baby, it was time to fight back. I head butted the evil clown, with all my power, as I did this amazingly the clown went flying into a mirror. The clown swept the shattered glass from itself, which resulted from the impact of the clown hitting the glass. An evil smirk appeared on the face of the clown, as it started to run towards me. We were back to square one, I was running towards the exit door and the clown was chasing me, but this time the clown was fuming with anger.
I was rushing towards the exit door, when all of a sudden I stopped. I knew what I had to do, the clown would not let me go, so I decided that I would have to fight it. It was desperate measures, all my logic was replaced by anger and desperation. "Hey you, if you want me, come get me" I shouted at the clown. The clown sniggered, clinched its fists and started to walk towards me. As it approached me I rushed towards it and furiously started to hit it with combinations of punches and kicks. With every blow struck I could see the clown was getting weaker and weaker. But I would not let it go, it was as if the devil had possessed me.
"Okay J, stop now, I can't take it anymore,” the clown said to me, but the clown sounded like Steve. This made me curious, and all was revealed as the 'clown' started to peel of its skin, and Steve’s face appeared. Was this all a joke? Was this torture not real? These were the thoughts rushing through my head. "Steve is that you?"
"Yes its me, we were playing a trick on you” Steve said to me.
One half of me was relieved to see Steve, the other half wanted to kill him. "That wasn't very funny, you know I thought you were dead you fool." I explained to him.
"We got you good though, for a second there I thought you would start crying, but nevertheless i paid for tricking you, you beat me up good, you know J, you should become a kick boxer, you've got a good left hook." said Steve as he joked with me.
I was still shocked that this was all a joke. "Steve you keep on saying 'we' tricked you, who's we?" I asked Steve. Steve replied "Come with me and I will show you." I followed him as he went through the exit door of the mirrored room. He took the gold key from me, as we went back into the school canteen. We were now back at the gleaming white door, which we first saw when we were locked in the school. Steve used the gold key to open the gleaming white door. As he did this we entered a pitch black room. I could not see a thing.
"Surprise" everyone shouted as the lights came on. All my friends and family were here, even Tyson and his gang of idiots were here. They all said "Happy Birthday,” oh my god because of all the chaos that occurred today, I had forgotten that it was my birthday. I was so relieved to find out that none of this was true. Everyone requested me to make a speech. So I did. "Well first of all I would like to say ha ha very funny, you lot got me well. I must say though you lot have all got a twisted sense of humour, I could have died of shock you know. But well done to you all it was a great stunt you all pulled. But I have one question... Who was behind the voice of the woman saying 'come here, my child don't be scared,' because that really scared me. I bet it was you mum."
At once everyone replied by saying "What woman?" As they said this, the lights in the room went off...
