falling down the rabbit hole (literally)
the lighting is blinding inside the haunted house, it's a mixture of whites, reds, and oranges. the luminescent fixtures only doom her walkway, marking it a path of black and faded lines. she can hardly tell if she's walking towards the exit or back to where she's come from. she doesn't remember that statue, nor does she care to jump at the clown that's modeled right next to it ready to pounce and scare the wits out of her. (which happens about t-minus 0.00001 seconds after she realizes what's about to happen and still she doesn't jump) she just goes on her merry way, going down the phases towards each and every room, out the same rooms, and into different ones until she can find her way towards one that's so dimlight that squinting, thinking it would help, was already an out-of-order thought. "fuck," she hears screams from the other rooms and smiles softly, imagining the jumping, the hitting and curses. it's funny to hear people get scared, while she continued to get lost in this wonderland of spooks.