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A Warehouse in Town, Saturday Evening

As the posters had been saying all week, the KKG were hosting a haunted house and horror movie marathon in one of the abandoned warehouses in town. There were more signs set up, pointing the way to the warehouse in question, and gauzy fake spiderwebs and green and red lights illuminated the doorway to the building, accompanied by the eerie creaking and groaning sound effects that one might expect from such a thing.

The boys from the Kappa Kappa Gremlin wouldn't mind a donation of $5 should you like what there was to see inside, but admission is free, if you happen to be completely broke.

The doors were open, if you dared to enter.

[Open to anyone and everyone!]

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The building has been divided into two main areas, once you got past the main doorway. To the left, the haunted house, and to the right, a room set up for horror films, marathonned through the night.

The makeshift lobby, meanwhile, had a table set with an assortment of snacks, including Halloween-decorated cookies and cupcakes, potato chips, punch (of the not-spiked variety), and a wide selection of other generally tooth-rotting stuff.

Plus, of course, there was a large basin filled with water and apples, for those who couldn't handle the spookiness going on deeper into the building.

As a frat member, of course Chuck was going to be here.

And first, was the part where he could load up on gummi bugs from one of the bowls in the lobby. Scary times required pockets full of candy fuel. Of course they did.

Having a roommate who helped run the fraternity meant William was definitely aware of tonight's activities. This, it seemed, was closer in spirit to the Hallowe'en festivities he was accustomed to hearing about in his own time, although he'd never been to such a party himself. Until now.

The five-dollar admission was almost shock enough in itself, until William remembered the difference in prices between this time and his own meant that was really quite reasonable.

"You should see what I pay for a hat these days," Rilla murmured to him. "Do you think this will be quite frightening?"

"I do hope so!" William said excitedly, because underneath all his seriousness he was still a boy of fifteen, after all. "And if the effort Alexander's been putting in to this venture is any indication, I'm certain it shall be quite well done."

Rilla's eyes went very wide. "Do you mind terribly if I stay quite close to you, then?"

"Not at all," William assured her, offering his arm. See above re: teenage boy.

Rilla clung quite closely, feeling Very Brash Indeed. "Lead on, then, good sir."

After the week she'd had, Emma needed some mindless entertainment. She dropped a twenty in the donations box with a wink, grabbed some candy, and prepared to set off through the haunted house.

Kurt had been an evil clown in class yesterday. Today, he was dressed as a Mysterious Cloaked Figure. He spookily shuffled in the door, and spookily dropped his donation in the box, and spookily jumped up and down excitedly and clapped his hand. "Oh this is TOTALLY AWESOME!!!"

Go through the haunted house, and be thrilled and chilled by the horrors within!

You can mod some generic creepy stuff as you wander through, or, if members of the KKG would like to ping in with exhibits that they've set up, please do react to those!

Zack had managed, by some miracle, to throw together a costume made of bits and pieces that he'd found at the Holiday Grove, and he was pretty darn proud of it, if he did say so himself. He had painted his face a dark shade of blue-black, and kept most of his uniform on, and then he's slapped on some fake claws, flimsy bat wings, and a kind of nifty dragon tail he'd found.

Now, he was hanging out in the corner of a sectioned-off area that was fogged up courtesy of a fog machine that he'd rented out from the Holiday Grove as well, surrounded by fake plastic gravestones and a tree that totally wasn't just a really big branch, stripped of leaves and propped up against the wall, honest.

Every now and then, when people cane through his area, he would make a point to crouch down, crawl through the mist, and grab at their ankles with a loud yell. It was the oldest trick in the book, and kind of a cheap thrill, but darn it, it was fun.

Peter had done something a bit more technical. He'd taken a room, and run a cheap metal walkway from one door to the other. The walkway was fenced off, so that you had to be on the walkway.

Off to the side of the walkway was Peter, sitting in what looked to be an electric chair. The whole set-up of the gag was there were a couple of tricks.

The first being that there were strobe lights set up to make it look like the chair was actually electrified at times.

The second was that the walkway would vibrate whenever the chair would 'go off', along with Peter doing his best screaming and grimacing to make it really effective.

William was resisting the urge to investigate how they'd managed to create fog indoors- it was some sort of machine, of that he was almost certain. Perhaps he'd be able to ask Alexander or one of the other lads about it later. Right now, he had Rilla by his side as they made their way through a narrow hallway, floorboards creaking beneath them.

"Oh!" William jumped, as an incredibly realistic rubber spider dropped down in front of them.

Rilla leaped about a foot. "Oh my goodness," she said, shuddering. "Carl would be so annoyed with me for not knowing that wasn't a real spider right away."

Pause.

"It wasn't, was it?"

"It wasn't," William assured her. "It didn't move at all like a real spider ought to."

"They're normally so much less...creepy," Rilla declared before letting out a little shriek. "Something touched my leg!"

William attempted to squint through the fog and see what had grabbed at Rilla. "I can't see what- good God!" he exclaimed, as something grabbed at his leg. He blushed furiously at the outburst. "And now I'm taking the Lord's name in vain. I do apologise, Miss Blythe," he stammered out, slipping back into the more formal address in his nervousness.

"I shall overlook it this once," Rilla promised, patting his arm. "It is quite spooky here today."

"Indeed," William had to agree as a blast of cold air hit them. "The lads have really done a smashing job with this whole setup."

Rilla shivered and drew closer. "Indeed," she said in a slightly quavery voice.

William gave her a reassuring smile. "But the important thing to remember, of course, is that it's all just trickery and illusion." He managed to stop himself from theorising in detail about how some of the effects were achieved, at least.

"It looks very real," she said, "but I will try to remember."

Because this Hallowhatever holiday isn't complete without some really, really scary movies going on, too!

Mod your horror flick of choice, settle in, and enjoy! There's popcorn available, because these things just aren't complete until someone freaks out and accidentally throws their bowl of popcorn into the air, right?

Blackagar wasn't actually certain what he was watching, just that there was odd music whenever the man in the white mask showed up to stab those poor human teenagers. This would never happen to an Inhuman teenager, you know.

Never.

You know that the OCD is Zack-fuelled because it ends up with like ten thousand exclamation marks.

WHEE.

Death In A Fence II: The Fencening. Just saying.

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