Mr. Lambini's Haunted House

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"Thanks," Cindy said. She thought about giving one to Beth, but Beth hadn't earned it. Beth had been scared. "This isn't bad," Cindy added as the man opened the door. She stepped through the doorway, but still looked back at the man. There was something else she wanted to tell him. "It wasn't scary, but I wasn't expecting all that much from someone's homemade haunted house."

"Oh, this is just the entrance," the man said. "The haunted house is on the other side." He closed the door.

Cindy turned around and looked. The walls around her were old and rotting. The floor was thick with dust. In the darkness ahead, something shuffled and stirred, waiting for her.

Cindy listened.

Chains rattled. Bits of dry flesh fell from bones and hit the floor with muffled thumps. Fangs smacked together in anticipation. Creatures howled.

Cindy wasn't scared. Not now. This time, Cindy was terrified.