Halloween prompts: “What, are you scared?”, Jabitha
“You mean to tell me you’ve never been to a haunted house?”
Jughead shakes his head. “I’ve always wanted to but Riverdale doesn’t have any good ones.”
Tabitha crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, Jones, you and I are going to get haunted tonight.”
He raises an eyebrow to her. “Is there even a haunted house nearby?”
“I’m sure if there are none in Riverdale, we can go to Greendale. I know how into Halloween that town can get.” Tabitha strides to get grab her coat and takes one of Jughead’s off the rack. “Come on, this is happening.”
He takes the coat from out of her hands and shrugs it on. “Are haunted houses really that good?” he asks.
“Sometimes, but usually not. We need to hurry or we’ll be waiting forever.”
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“You weren’t wrong about the line.”
Tabitha looks up at her boyfriend, whose arm is slipped tightly around her. They’ve only just made it close to the front, but it still feels like they’ll be waiting for a while.
She sighs. “I swear, Jug, there’s more to haunted houses than the waiting.”
“Really?” he inquires mockingly. “Why are we only moving just now?”
They do move up a few steps, still keeping a grip on each other. “Trust me, okay? It’ll be worth it.”
“Okay. I trust you.” He smooths the creases of her shirt. “Looks like we’re up next.”
She turns her head and notices that they are in fact the next party. “How many?”
“Just two,” Tabitha answers quickly, holding Jughead’s hand tightly. He returns the squeeze.
The salesperson reads the price for two tickets and Tabitha pays quickly. She accepts the small white tickets and pockets them, then she tugs in Jughead’s hand to propel them both forward.
Right away, she notices the plain walls blend into ones dripping with fake blood and signs reading “Turn back while you can.”
“So it’s finally started?”
“The scares won’t start until we present our tickets to another booth at the entrance,” Tabitha explains to Jughead. “Then all hell breaks loose.”
Just as she foretold, another booth appears in front of them. “Tickets please,” a voice asks.
She presents them, then a hand gestures them to the entrance.
She feels Jughead clench up beside her. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’ll be right here.”
Tabitha tries to nod to him, but a sudden, unexplainable gust of wind pushes them through the door.
Pitch black greets them. She still senses Jughead grip on her, but it’s the only thing she feels in the dark.
Lights strobe from above them. Tabitha uses that dim, flickering light to make her way forward. Fake blood smears the walls as well as the floors now.
An actor jumps out at them, holding an axe. His hands are covered in red, as is the axe. He says nothing, but she jumps anyway. “Jughead? You okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.” His voice has a certain shakiness to it. “Can we just keep going?”
They do. Actors jump out at them, holding bloodied props. Some lay on the floor and grab their legs. Tabitha feels the coldness of fingers latching onto her leg and screams. “What, are you scared?” the voice of Jughead asks.
“Shut up, I know you’re terrified as well,” she shoots jokingly.
Further still the maze continues. Tabitha holds onto Jughead firmly and whisper to him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m scared.”
“It’s alright, Tabs,” he reassures. “We’re almost out, look.”
He’s right. A white light glows before them and her feet pick up quickly.
While she catches her breath, Tabitha looks up at Jughead. “You okay?” he asks her.
Clearing her throat, she responds, “Yep. But what about you? How was it for your first haunted house?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve lived through worse.”
“Still scary though, right?”
“Definitely. I’m never letting you talk me into that again.”
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