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I’m not sure how or why it happened, but it did.

I still see it as a distant memory. Details of that night still creep into my nightmares. I know what

all I experienced, the three of us do, and yet, no one is left to truly recall the tale but me. Would

those who I was with wish me to just forget about that night, or would they want me to share

their story? The truth is I have no idea, but I do know that I am going to type my story out here.

Whether I share it with others, I have no definitive answer yet.

Halloween night, 2022.

I was a junior in high school, at West Arrow High School. As part of the student council,

I, along with a few others, had been tasked with overseeing this year’s Halloween Dance event

that the school puts on every season. Well, turns out no one wanted a dance this year, more so

they wanted a festival or a place to goof off and do all sorts of edgy things; the life of a high

schooler, I suppose.

I joined a small subcommittee to help in organizing the Haunted House attraction that

would be set up in the gym. A general haunted house doesn’t quite describe it. What it more so

was, was the gymnasium full of fog with a few obstacles and actors chasing you around as you

tried to find objects—just basically your average horror experience.

Now, I was never into dressing up or chasing down other people—acting, I suppose. Thus, it was

either that or helping the hot dog vendor outside in the chilly October air, so thus, I chose the

actor job. I tell you; schools just think they can get away with telling students to do things for no

real cash, just hours of “volunteering” that will ultimately become useless down the road.

Still, I was surprised when the teacher overseeing the Haunted House came to me asking

if I wouldn’t be an actor anymore, but instead would be the guy who rehides the found items at

the end of every round. Needless to say, opportunity only knocks once, and so, I took it in a

heartbeat.

Then again, there were some hidden disadvantages. I helped in setting up tables and

folding chairs, the “obstacles,” and then it was lights out and fog machine on. The attraction

didn’t open for another hour, as planned, giving the gym ample time to fill up with the nontoxic

fog.

Each of us, the five actors dressed as monsters, the teacher, and me all acquired

flashlights to which we used to navigate to our starting locations. It might not surprise you, but

the cheap dollar-store flashlights provided essentially jack-shit for vision, though I could only

imagine how sight was for the actors, being behind their masks and such. Honestly, it was a bit

comedic the first time one of them ran into a metal chair and a loud bang echoed around the gym.

The laughs of the others and myself followed.

I found my way to the far end of the gym surprisingly fast, mostly just relying on

memory at this point. Truly, the gym really looked transformed, serial even. Oddly enough,

cynical old me had to admit, it was creepy to see the distant glow of flashlights dancing about in

the mist. Adding to it, the fog machine didn’t even turn off, and the gym would only become

even more foggy throughout the night.

The teacher, Mr. Strauss, announced for us to all get in our starting positions, and with

that, he left the gym, closing the door behind him, and beginning his telling of the rules to the

kids eager to play outside. He passed out flashlights that the players themselves could use, but to

which we’d previously taped over with parchment paper to dim the luminescence.

In truth, it took him around ten or so minutes to explain those rules and whatnot, so for

the time being, I just sat, crouched behind a desk where I wouldn’t be seen until the game ended.

For those wondering, Strauss instructed me to stay inside the attraction to lessen my back-and-

forth through the doors which would let out fog. Troublesome, seen as I already felt the urge to

piss.

I checked myself over. That morning I hadn’t worn a costume to school like I was

supposed to, but instead, opted to continue my fashion sense with a white button down and a

pumpkin-patterned tie, all tucked into kakis. Well, crumpled beneath a desk nor only made my

ware worse.

The silence was then interrupted by the doors to the gym opening, and thus, the first

group of ten players stepped inside. I peeked out from behind the desk, knowing that being at the

far side of the gym in the thick fog, I wouldn’t be seen. Their flashlights were pretty dim, but

apparently worked as intended. They’d be able to see the items they needed to collect, but also

lure the “monsters” closer.

Their laughs turned to silence, and pretty quickly it was clear as the lights dispersed that

they were going in five teams of two. Smart. Then, the screams started as the silhouette of one of

the seekers charged into the students, immediately getting one out and causing the rest to run for

it, turning off their lights and blending into the dark.

I twisted myself back under the desk and gripped my flashlight tight. Moments later, a

pair of footsteps passed by the desk, and I heard two voices.

“Found another item,” one whispered.

“I’ll hold it. Should we turn on our light?”

“Are you crazy?”

“We can’t even see where we are! Turn it on really quick so we can…”

The voices faded away. I peeked back out from my hiding spot, and for a brief moment,

caught sight of the couple turning on their flashlight which instantly revealed a seeker right

before them. They screamed, and as one was caught, the other turned to run, but tripped over a

chair, alerting the other seekers to come over and get her out too. Both of them walked to the

entrance, then they waited till the ten minutes were up or all the items were found; however and

whenever the game would end.

It was then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I’ll admit, I screamed, though to most

everyone else it probably just sounded like another player was eliminated.

A familiar laugh followed. It became louder as the monster mask was taken off. Though I

couldn’t see her, and I was told not to turn my light on during the game, I knew who it was.

“Alice? That’s not funny!” I threw a punch in her general direction but missed.

“Yeah,” she laugh-whispered back, “it was scary. Gotcha though.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be out there hunting people?”

“Am I? I can’t see shit through this mask. I’ve already run in to three tables. My waist is

so sore, and it’s just the first round! Besides, figured I’d check up on you. So, how are you

anyway?”

“Crouched behind a dirty desk. But I mean, at least I’m not running into shit.”

She laughed again, then her footsteps carried her away. By the sound of it, she caught

another player only seconds later.

When the ten minutes were up, Mr. Strauss opened the door to announce the end of the

game. I sprung out from my hiding position, and met with all the remaining players and seekers

by the main entrance.

All our flashlights combined; we could see the results of the game. Three players

remained, with six out of ten items found. I took the oversized Jenga blocks we called “items”

respectively, and jogged off, making sure to hide the blocks in different spots than before, some

harder and some easier. I checked to make sure the other blocks were still hidden, then unclipped

my walkie talkie from my belt.

“All clear.”

“Good,” came Strauss’s voice. “Before we start the next round, we’re going to make a

few changes. First, there should be a Bluetooth speaker in that desk at the far end of the gym.

The actors have all agreed you should play some spooky ambience through it; help set the mood.

Also, I’m here with Cameron. He’s gonna take over when you need a break, but he’ll also radio

you. He’ll wait with the players who get out, and collect all the blocks when the games up and

give em’ to you. He’ll have this radio now.”

Cameron was one of my best, and only high school friends. To keep it short, we met

freshman year, and instantly were like Yin and Yang. All the same interests, clubs, honor

societies–we shared in pretty much everything the other did.

“Hi.”

“Cameron, you gave up on running Balloon Pop?” I gave a sarcastic reply. “Or was it

Duck Pond?”

“Oh shut up, I got lightheaded. Plus, this looks hella cool in here.”

“Everyone, get in your starting positions,” Strauss’s voice echoed before the door shut.

Very quietly, I could hear him explaining the rules to the next group outside in his same boring,

monotone voice he aways spoke in. The actors’ voices came from out in the fog as they laughed

and made comments to one another about how the previous run had gone. I could hear Alice to

my right and Cameron was by the entrance. It’s funny, without being able to see it, my mind

created a somewhat mental map of the gym and where the actors were.

I found the speaker as instructed, hooked it up no problem, and played the first hour-long

soundscape I’d found on YouTube with crickets, owls, rusty gates, and howling wind; pretty

much stereotypical Halloween soundtrack. Again, you wouldn’t know it entirely unless you

were there, but in the increasingly dense fog, the gym really was really unsettling.

I heard Strauss’s warning knock followed by Cameron ducking behind his desk. The door

opened, and the next ten entered as Strauss attempted to be more efficient by staying outside and

readying the next group.

Rinse and repeat. Flashlights were instantly turned off to hide their locations, the players

dispersed, and every now and again when someone would run into an obstacle and the noise

would echo, I’d give a slight chuckle.

Ten minutes later, we all met and I rehid the blocks while Cameron tallied the winner.

Needless to say, no more changes were made this round, or to the three subsequent games that

followed.

I suppose I was getting a bit bored, and feeling a bit mischievous, I started peeking out

from under the desk and briefly turning on my flashlight to troll the seekers. When a group of

players would walk past, I’d bang on the desk and snicker at their screams of “holy shit!”

Once, Alice thought my light was a player and ran into my desk. She instantly knew what

I did and all I said remarked in a quiet voice was, “Karma’s a bitch.”

Another round and my jokes were already growing old. Then sparked the urge; I want to

see what it would be like out there actually playing as a player.

Of course, I already knew where the blocks were hidden, but that wasn’t necessarily the

point. If I could get away with sneaking out into the fog and pretending to be a player, no one

would know the difference. None of the seekers could see me through their masks, and any other

players would just assume I was with them.

So, with the fog growing impossibly dense by now, so much so that my light, which was

not hindered by tape and parchment paper, couldn’t even see more than a few feet in front of me.

Truly, I was surprised they let the fog get this thick, and it didn’t seem to be dissipating in the

slightest.

As soon as I was up and moving, the loudest scream I’d ever heard bounced off the walls

of the gym. I flinched to cover my ears. Now I can understand it might have been scary to see

someone dressed up as Slenderman emerge from the fog and tackle you, but why high school

girls feel the need to burst a lung, I’ll never understand. Heck, I would’ve thought they were

dying.

Still, the scream did enforce the idea that I should probably turn off my own light, and

thus, I did.

I moved slowly with my hands reached out into the pitch black. The air felt heavier. The

blackness consumed all my rational thoughts. It felt as though I was suddenly a child again,

crying for my mother when the nursery went dark.

My foot collided with something on the floor, and I nearly tripped. Unfortunately for me,

while steadying myself the flashlight slipped from my hand. I heard it land on the floor not far

away, and as I crouched down in an attempt to retrieve it, my hand touched an unexpected

puddle on the floor. I pulled back like I’d been bitten, quickly wiping my hand on my pants.

The thought of having actually just infected my hand with someone’s piss repelled me;

repelled me enough to give up on finding the flashlight. To hell with it anyhow. My eyes would

adjust soon. I figured I’d either make my way to Cameron or back to my desk, but it was only

then that I realized I had absolutely no conception of direction.

A few lights danced about in the distance, and so with no other reference point, I

stumbled toward them. While my eyes may have adjusted in normal darkness, my eyes could see

through fog. Of course as I did move to chase the other flashlights, the lights went out and more

screams came. This group in particular, was by far the most easily frightened. I’ll admit, their

screams legit sounded real and frankly, out of pain. But then again, I couldn’t imagine Alice not

being a bit rough with her jump scares. Thus, I gave name to this group: “The Screamy Bunch.”

Still, it was an eerie break in the silence that followed, and maybe it was just the fog, or

the subconscious need to fill the silence that urged me to cough, basically announcing myself.

“Nick!” Cameron’s voice was in my ear before I felt his hands on my back.

I spun around. “Yeah?”

“We need to stop the game. Do you have your light?”

“No, I lost mine. Don’t you have one?”

He spoke fast with an edge to his voice. “No. I wasn’t given one.”

“Why do we need to—”

“Because, something happened to Alice.”

“Huh? What? Did she scare a–”

“I found that I forgot to give you one of the blocks, so I nonchalantly started looking for a

place to hide it and tripped over Alice. She was lying on the floor just moaning, barely even

conscious. She couldn’t say anything coherent.”

I felt a deep pain in my gut. Truthfully, I knew it was a stupid idea to have people running

around in the pitch black in masks with obstacles. Just another thing to add to the list of death

traps this school has accumulated over the years.

“She must’ve tripped over a chair or something.”

“You think? She’s probably got a concussion! This is too dangerous.”

“You’re telling me! I nearly slipped in someone’s piss!” I demanded.

“We can worry about that later. How much longer do we have till this round ends and

Strauss comes back in?”

Truthfully, I didn’t know, but I did know we couldn’t wait till then. Maybe it was just a

minute more, or it could have been nine minutes.

“Look,” I pointed towards a distant light, though it was mostly useless for Cameron to

see my hand, we need to go get that guy’s light and then find a wall, and follow it till we find the

exit.”

“Brilliant.”

Cameron and I dashed a bit faster than we ought to have in the dark towards the last of the lights.

This, in turn, caused the friend by my side to trip and fade away into the inky darkness. I would

have stopped to help him, but ended up running into one of those wood cutouts you put your face

in at carnivals before I could do anything. I got my arm stuck in the hole where you put your

face, and as it toppled down on top of me, I struggled to get it off.

Up to this point, the night was seemingly just rather normal, apart from the attraction

going to shit of course, but that notion didn’t stay long. Cameron screams came, loud and gut-

wrenching. They lasted for no more than a few seconds, then came to a startlingly abrupt stop.

I had either the choice to continue for the light or help Cameron, and I chose to dash for

the light. Hear me out, aiding Cameron would have done nothing in the dark, but if I could get to

the light, then I could help both him and Alice. Plus, that also meant shutting down the attraction

and preventing everyone else from getting seriously hurt.

I shimmied towards the light, now calling out that the game was over and there was a real

emergency.

Halfway there, I started hearing footsteps behind me. Not fast, but rather slow and quiet,

like someone was trying to sneak up on me. I picked up my pace, not wanting to play any more

games.

I reached the light, and found it lying on the ground. I reached to pick it up, and again felt

repulsed that it too was slimy and wet. I went to wipe it on my pants, but the light revealed the

other substance that I’d wiped there earlier.

For a moment I found it odd. The school certainly didn’t allow fake blood to be used; that

was a question Cameron had asked just yesterday. Then the pieces clicked. I dropped the

flashlight from my hand.

Then came the question: whose blood, was it? Alice’s? Maybe it was all just a really

messed up prank. Yeah, a prank on the socially awkward kid who only wanted to hide under a

desk for the night.

Another scream came from not too far away, and I realized that it wasn’t the scream of

having a good scare, but rather a real, life-threatening last exhale of breath.

I wasn’t having any of it now, and as luck would have it, I backed up against one of the

walls of the gym. With one hand on the wall, I jogged the length of it, hoping to find the exit.

First however, I found the ninety-degree corner of the gym; the corner that just so happened to

house the lights. For once, things looked promising, but of course, nothing good lasts forever.

With one flick of a switch, the overhead lights filled the gym, but my vision stayed just as

useless with the fog. The light reached the floor, but the fog was so built up and dense that my

hand looked ghostly, even right in front of my face.

Not knowing what else to do, I continued racing the wall towards where I knew the exit

was at this point. Need I say, I did eventually make it, but not before witnessing the limp body of

a girl I’d hardly known from homeroom, propped up against the wall; eyes rolled back and

lifeless, mouth hung open at an offset angle, and blood stains turning her Casper the Ghost

costume a deep shade of crimson.

I reached the door, and while at first, I imagined it had to be locked, (because really, in

this situation it always is), but again, as luck would have it, the door screeched open. One look at

my stained clothes and Strauss showed the most expression I’d ever seen in the old man during

my four years at that school.

The rest is a blur. Tens of police officers showed up in minutes. The gym was aired out, though

the police wouldn’t even enter until around an hour later when the far wall was visible.

The last thing I remember was the awful, unimaginable horrors in the fog. All ten players,

two seekers, Alice, and Cameron were sprawled out around the gym, like ragdolls in a daycare.

The two remaining seekers were found hiding behind the same desk I used as my initial

hiding spot.

It was quickly determined that I, nor the two others, were in any way responsible for the

massacre, and we were directed to go home. No gun, no knife, no human could have done that.

The corpses…they were torn apart and mangled in a way not even the most mental of crazy

people could possibly conceive. My heart goes out to those families that suffered the loss of a

young life. That night, I too lost many things: my two best friends, my childhood, and the spirit

to celebrate Halloween ever again.

I don’t remember what the official reports were for the cause of death of the victims, but

let me just say, I count my stars at night. Running with Cameron; that very well could have been

me who could have tripped and been taken. Often, I wish it was. Other times I don’t.

I think it can be fun sometimes to take one of your senses away for a fun spooky game.

But when does the game stop being a game? When you as the player can’t just restart with a new

life? Maybe, but all I can say now is, don’t go into the fog, because you can’t even begin to

imagine what else is in there with you.