Certain Rules
“How stupid can you be?” The group of friends had been trapped in the haunted house for the past ninety minutes. They had no idea why exactly they were trapped but they were stuck there, the doors seemingly glued to the frame. Windows were tacked in place and the glass was bulletproof. “How fucking stupid are you?” Raven looked at the others in front of her, in disbelief over the stupid idea they had proposed. After all they had been through, she genuinely couldn’t tell if they were being serious. Raven was the most superstitious of the remaining four of friends. When they had invited her out to the Slasher Fall Carnival, she had reiterated the survival rules she told herself each Halloween season. No sex or drugs. Don’t split up. Trust no one. Be on guard. Despite her worries, she was having fun. She had enjoyed the rides, foods, and attractions based on the classic slasher villains from recent movies. They were all class...