Horror House

----Laugh Shack----

>You wake up to the sound of chains rattling
>You look around the dark
>You have no idea where you are
>The smooth texture of warm metal wakes you up quickly
>Your limbs have been chained down to a metal table
>You pull against the chains, trying to free yourself
>The clanging echoes throughout the room
>You cannot force your way out of the bonds
>Your heart is pounding like crazy, panicking
>You shout for help, but no response
>You are getting light-headed, your breathing is erratic
>You try to calm down
>You look around the room again
>It's dark, you can barely make out the outlines around you
>For certain, there is a door at your feet
>The walls are decorated by numerous objects of varying shapes and sizes
>Above your head is a lamp, obviously not turned on
>The chains are tightly wrapped around your limbs and the table
>You move the chains around again, less forceful this time
>Based on the tugging motions, the chains must be connected as one
>The lights outside your door turn on
>They shine through the window on the door
>The walls illuminate just a bit
>Just enough to see the tools that adorn your walls
>The rusted saws, machetes, gardening scissors
>The bent hammers, screw drivers, hand-drills
>The knives
>So many knives
>Large knives, small knives, straight knives, curved knives, chef's knives, combat knives
>All caked in what you assume to be dried blood
>Footsteps emit from outside
>Just when you are about to scream for help, you hear whimpering
>Then crying, then begging
>Pleading for something to stop
>The footsteps stop
>A door creaks open
>"Heeyy! I got a joke for you!"
>Her voice was sweet, caring, upbeat
>The whimpers grew louder
>"Plee-ee-eeaase, no more."
>"Come on! This one's hilarious! What do you call it when a dentist works on a river?"
>"I, *sniff* I don't know."
>"A ROOT CANAL!"
>You can tell by her enthusiastic voice that she probably posed for her punchline
>The woman burst out laughing
>"Get it?!"
>"...Ha, haha..."
>Their laughter was filled with fear, forced
>"Hahahahaaa...haha..."
>*KLUNK*
>Something metal was struck
>"Why aren't you laughing? That one was amazing!"
>Your heart begins to sink, worried about what might be coming next
>"No, I laughed, it was funny! YOU are fun-GRAH!"
>They yelped in pain, something cut them off
>"Don't lie to me! You don't think I'm funny!"
>They continued to scream repeatedly in agony
>"P-p-p-pleasssse!"
>How's this? Is THIS funny? I THINK IT'S FUNNY!"
>The screams are constant, rhythmic, and occurring faster
>But soon turn to gurgles
>Clanging can be heard, growing louder as the screams become quiet
>An ear piercing laughter erupts from outside your door
>"HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHHH"
>The screams are gone, the only thing you can hear is the laughter and metallic banging
>Until it finally stops
>The clang, the laughter, they stop
>Only the faint heavy breathing of a woman can be heard
>Then footsteps
>Growing louder and louder
>Heading towards your room
>The window light is blocked by the silhouette of a head
>Your door opens, light bleeds into your dark room
>The walls light up, revealing the dried blood stains that decorate them
>The person steps into the room, reaches over to the door frame, and flicks a light switch
>A few ceiling lights burst on, one sparks as it struggles to illuminate
>You close your eyes to the blinding light
>The person walks up to your table
>You struggle to force open your eyes and see the intruder
>Finally, you adjust to the light and look to the body looming over the table
>"Hi!"
>The sweet voice came from an even sweeter face
>A woman, with brown hair tied up in a ponytail looked down at you
>Your eyes travel down her body
>Her white blouse is covered in blood splatters
>Her yellow skirt looked like it sat in a puddle of blood
>Her right hand was caked in fresh blood
>The knife she held was crooked, bent at the tip, and dripping blood
>You look back up to her face
>She grinned ear to ear, as if she was genuinely happy to see you
>"Welcome, to my humble abode!"
>She said, spreading her arms wide
>"Do you like it?"
>You remain silent, only staring at her, heart pounding
>What the hell are you going to do?
>Her smile shrinks
>She blushes
>"Heh, it's not nice to stare."
>She puts her not-as-bloody hand on her cheek and looks away, embarrassed
>Her attention snaps back to you
>"I bet you're scared, not knowing what's happening. But don't worry, everything will be just fine!"
>You open your mouth to say something, anything, but she interrupts you
>"Oh! uhh..."
>She blushes again
>"I mean, if you're offering..."
>Confusion strikes your face as she leans into you
>She closes her eyes
>And plants her lips onto yours
>She's firmly kissing you, practically grating your lips together
>Then her tongue slips into your mouth
>It glides around yours, tangling itself with it
>Her breath grows heavy as it flows through her nostrils
>She gets up on the table, lips still connected
>She mounts herself onto your mid-section
>Her hands hold onto your wrist
>You can feel the handle of the knife rub against your skin
>Her tongue continues to thrash around in your mouth
>She begins to moan
>Then she moves to your neck
>She sucks on your skin
>She traces the hickeys with your tongue
>You can feel the slobber pooling
>She continues to move south, now snogging on your collar bone
>A sharp pain hits your left hand
>You cringe
>She sits up and looks at your hand
>The bent knife has cut your palm
>Blood pours out of the wound
>She gets off of you, off of the table
>Her face is as red as a tomato
>She wipes the spit off of her mouth
>"Woopsie! I better take of this before we continue."
>She heads to the door, turning around before she leaves
>"I'll be back with something more..."
>She brings the bloody knife to her face and licks the tip
>"...intimate."
>She skips down the hallway, leaving the light on and the door open
>You stare at where she used to be
>The pain in your hand snaps you out of your stupor
>You need to get out of here
>You need to get out of here, now
>You move around, the chains rattle about
>The clasps that are on your wrists and ankles jingle
>You can almost slip out of them, you just need some lubricate
>Your hand hurts, more blood seeps from the wound
>That's it
>You squeeze your left hand, doing your best to ignore the pain
>The blood trails down your palm and onto your wrist
>You gyrate your arm around, trying to get the fresh blood under the clasp
>Finally, you are able to free your hand
>You throw your bloodied hand to your right and tamper with it's clasp
>It's rusted and difficult to move, but you are able to remove the clamp on it
>You quickly do the same for your feet and jump off the table
>Outside your room is a short hallway with three cell doors on each side
>To your left is a rounding corner
>To your right, at the end of that hall, is a door left slightly ajar
>The fresh red hand-print on the door knob tells you that the woman went that way.
>You head to the left
>One room was left open, and inside was a corpse chained to a table
>Their torso was stabbed multiple times, blood poured onto the table and over the sides
>This was the victim you heard before
>You continue down the hallway and reach the corner
>It leads to another hall, more cells line the sides
>A poorly lit door sits at the end
>"HEY!"
>You look back and see the woman standing at the end of the hall
>"Don't run."
>She takes out a chainsaw and pulls the cord
>"Don't RUN!"
>You run
>"DON'T RUN!"
>You hear her scream as the chainsaw revs to life
>You run as fast as you can down the hall
>Out of your peripheral vision you can see streaks of red in the rooms
>The chainsaw roars louder as she rounds the corner behind you
>You continue to run as fast as you can
>The hallway seemed much shorter earlier
>Finally, you reach the door and open it
>You rush inside and slam it shut behind you
>You are in a dark room
>It smells awful, musky
>You quickly feel around for a light switch
>You find one and flick it on
>White tiles appear everywhere
>On the floor, the walls, the ceiling
>Blood decorates the walls, hand-prints, smiley faces, a cat
>Corpses litter the ground
>Some missing limbs, missing heads, missing bodies
>Off to the corner was a lone shower, turned on, watering a few of the bodies around it
>The blood poured down the white tiles and into a drain that sat in the middle of the floor
>This is the bathroom
>This is a dead end
>You push some corpses around, hoping to find some sort of escape
>But no such luck
>The door opens
>The chainsaw revs
>She walks in
>Her sweet smile pointed right at you
>"Hey! I got joke for you!"
>You back up to the wall
>She steps towards you
>"What did the drunkard's friend say to him after he tripped head over heels?"
>You sink to the ground
>She's stands in front of you
>The chainsaw sits directly at your crotch
>"Bottoms up!"
>She thrusts the motored saw into your genitals
>You screech in pain as it tears through your flesh
>Her ear-piercing laugh echoes through the room, into your ear
>"GET IT?!"
>She raises the chainsaw, ripping into your stomach
>Your screams are replaced by spastic gurgles
>Your vision fades
>Everything is getting dark
>The last thing you hear is her laughter
>Shrieking
>Wailing
>Genuine
>Laughter

----The Perfect Couple----

>bingbong
>the doorbell rang loud
>you took a step back and looked at the house again
>it's pretty swanky, she must have a good job to afford this
>the door opens
>there stood your date for the night
>tall, fit, smart, blonde, and beautiful
>all wrapped in with a pretty name of a bow
>Lori Loud
>you don't know how you convinced her to go out with you
>"Anon! I'm so glad you came."
>she stepped out and gave you a hug
>she smelled like strawberries
>"Come in come in."
>you tell her that the movie will be starting soon
>"Movie? Pfaw. No, we're going to have a nice dinner here."
>home dinner for a first date is a bit weird
>but god damn does it smell delicious
>you follow her inside
>you immediately notice the innumerable amount of pictures that adorn the wall
>looks like she's part of a big family
>"Sit down and relax, dinner will be ready soon."
>you sat down at the dining table
>silverware was well positioned on the table
>off to one side was a set of candles
>the other side had a chilled wine bottle and two wine glasses
>within a minute she returned with two plates of hot food
>dinner was set, the wine was poured and you began your date
>not even twenty minutes in and you already know that she's the one
>you two have so much in common
>you both are laughing at the same jokes
>her eyes sparkle everytime she looks at you
>she's perfect
>"You know, Anon, I've been with a few other people, and while they LOOKED perfect for me, one date with them told me otherwise."
>she grabs your hand from across the table
>"But you, you are what I have been looking for."
>"You're the one."
>your heart is practically bursting out of your chest
>everything she says you could same about her
>you open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out
>you need to calm down
>thankfully your heart is starting to slow down
>although, it's slowing down a bit too much
>and are the lights getting dimmer?
>your head tilts back as you lose conciousness
>you suddenly wake up in a well lit room
>your head is pounding
>you go massage your head
>your arms are tied to a chair
>so are your legs
>you aren't even wearing the same clothes from before
>it looks like one of those patient gowns you see in the hospitals
>you shout for help
>nothing
>you move around, trying to escape the bonds
>nothing
>you look around the empty room for something that can save you
>nothing
>except for the one door to this room
>there's nothing you can do
>that's when you notice the markings
>all around your arms are various words, numbers, measurements
>notes about what to change
>the same markings decorate your legs as well
>did Lori do this?
>where is she?
>with nothing else to do you try to read some of the notes on your skin
>it's mostly about how much to add
>add what?
>*squeaksqueaksqueak*
>you perk your head up at the new sound
>it's coming from the door
>it kind of sounds like a wheel
>the door swings open and out appears Lori, in a doctor's coat, pushing a cart with some coolers on it
>"Oh good, you're awake."
>she's talking as if you weren't bound to a chair
>"You like my coat?"
>she does a twirl
>"My sister made this for me."
>you ask her what is going on
>"Oh, hold on."
>she walks up to you and grabs your head
>she looks intently at at your face
>she licks her thumb and vigorously rubs your cheekbones
>"Needs a little bit..."
>she thinks out loud as she takes a pen out and writes on your face
>"There!"
>your look of confused horror remined her of your question
>"Okay, so, as I said earlier, I dated some people that looked perfect on the outside, but it turned out they weren't on the inside."
>"And you..."
>she puts her hands on her chest
>"You are perfect on the inside."
>she takes a deep breath
>she looks you up and down, cringing
>"But you don't look perfect."
>"And, as you can plainly see, I am literally perfect, inside and out."
>"So, it would make sense that someone as perfect as me gets someone equally as perfect to be their lover, right?"
>"Now, it is MUCH harder for me to put inner perfection inside an outer perfection."
>"I mean, I could probably get my younger sister to do it, but then I'd have to hear her complain about the morality of the whole thing, and just ugh."
>you silently listen to this mad woman's rambling
>"So, what I'm going to do is take a bunch of outer perfect and put it on you, or rather in you, under your skin."
>your jaw drops
>she's going to carve you
>"You're right, I should change your jawbone a little more."
>she goes to reach for your chin
>you desperately try to eacape her hand
>"Stop struggling, don't you want to be perfect?"
>you call her crazy
>she glares at you
>she pulls a syringe from the coat pocket and stabs you in the chest with it
>you immediately feel the numbness spread around youre body
>"Trust me, you may disagree with it right now, but after I'm done you'll be thanking me."
>she heads to the cart and opens a cooler
>she begins to pull out various chunks of meat
>she takes a few chunks and holds them up with a smile
>"Your new biceps!"
>she says with the same giddiness as she would after giving someone a gift
>your tongue is starting to feel the numbness
>you still manage you mumble out a question
>"Where did these come from?"
>"Uh, duh, remember those other dates I had? About them looking perfect?"
>she gives you a look as if you just asked a stpid question
>she pulls out a scalpel from a small box next to the cooler and walks up to you
>she grabs your left bicep and thumbs the skin
>"We'll start with your arms, thrn work down towards the legs."
>you try to struggle, but your muscles refuse to work
>she takes the scalpel and begins to stab it into your bicep
>it's a dull pain, thanks to the numbness, but it's still among the worst things you have ever felt
>she makes a long incision in the middle of your arm
>blood pours out of your arm
>she ignores it and makes two more clean cuts at the top and bottom
>she sticks her gloved fingers in the wound and peels back your arm
>she grabs your muscle and looks around the sides before finally digging the scalpel in
>she carves into your muscle, peeling it back as she cuts deeper
>you can see your bone, clear as day
>your arm is stained red with your own blood
>does she think you will not bleed out?
>finally, with one last pull, she completely removes the muscle in your arm
>"There we go!"
>she holds your muscle up to your face
>"Look at this thing, it's so tiny."
>she dangles it for a few seconds before tossing it to the side
>she goes back and grabs one of the chunks of meat, holding it up to your face
>"Now THIS, this is what you want."
>she plops the meat onto the wound in you arm
>she squishes it down as she stretches your skin over the new muscle
>she goes back to the cart and takes the suture kit from the small box
>is she serious?
>"Don't worry, I took a home economics class in High School."
>she flashes a reassuring smile
>she is serious
>she thinks this will work
>you try to tell her that you can't just slap someones muscle in and expect it to work
>you try to tell her that that's not how the human body works
>you try to tell her that she's a fucking idiot
>all that comes out is babbles
>your head is getting woozy from the blood lost
>she notices you trying to tell her something
>"Hmm? What's up?"
>you babble incoherently
>she cocks an eyebrow at you and looks at your arm
>she stares for a bit before finally realizing it
>"Aagghh, FUCK!"
>she sighs
>"I knew I was forgetting something. The blood! You're going to bleed out!"
>she sighed again, clearly annoyed
>"Well great. You're going to die and I'm going to have to start over, AGAIN."
>she shoots you a look, as if it's your fault.
>she looks at your half stitched arm before ripping the stitching off
>she pulls the new muscle out of your arm, shaking your blood off of it
>"Better get you cleaned up, big guy."
>she takes the muscle and the cart and leaves the room
>leaving you alone
>tied to a chair
>drugged
>and bleeding out
>you take one last look at your arm
>she did a horrible job, as if you were just mauled by a bear
>off to the side you see your old muscle
>your vision begins to grow hazy
>the room darkens
>you let gravity take control as your head rests forward
>everything fades to black