Page 7 of Walker

We make our way through the trail to a small haunted house. We walk up the small set of stairs and a window pops open, a huge ass arm flies over our head. We all duck, laughing.

“Come on, children.” The arm flies out once again and I press my face into Lynn’s back.

Darren walks in first ahead of us, stopping when he comes up to a chair with a dummy or a person sitting in it.

He moves in a little closer, putting his face directly in front of it to see if it’s breathing. All of a sudden, the dummy jumps straight out of the chair, scaring Darren.

Darren falls straight onto his butt. I scream when the person comes straight in front of my face breathing hard. Tristan, on the other hand, is in fits from laughing so hard.

I slide past everyone and move to Darren taking his hand. “Are you hurt?” I saw him trying to pull himself up.

He smiles at me, a small dimple popping out on his right cheek. “I’m fine, darlin.” He stands up.

I expect him to let my hand go, but he doesn’t. He just interlaces our fingers together holding me tighter. I look down at our hands, his hands are huge compared to mine, tanned and rough from a lot of hard labor.

At the end of the haunted house a little girl pops out from under a desk hissing at Lynn. I laugh shocked at seeing her. “Oh my god! Are you missing your parents?” Lynn asks her concerned. She hisses at Lynn, baring her teeth. She slides back under the table and we stare at the dark hole she went under. “Well, I guess she works here.” Lynn laughs uneasily.

We hurry through the rest of the house; I’m ready to be done with this haunted trail. I breathe a sigh of relief when we make it through the house exit.

Then a chainsaw starts up, banging against the wall of the fence. I huddle closer to the group, really wanting to be out of here.

A man jumps from around the fence, lifting the chainsaw above his head trying to scare us when he falls over a tree, falling straight onto the running chainsaw. Thankfully, there is no blade.

Lynn walks over to check on him and I’m shocked that that even happened. Tristan is helping him stand with Lynn when a bunch of men start screaming at the top of their lungs.

The guy they are helping up looks down the trail confused. “The trail ended with me.”

I look at Walker and Darren confused to what is happening.

The worker thanks Lynn and Tristan for helping him up then walks toward the noise. We all stand there waiting and listening.

I jump in shock when I hear him start screaming, a scream that will never leave you. It’s bloodcurdling and filled with so much fear.

My hands start shaking, something is wrong.

Something is very, very wrong.

I grip Darren’s hand tighter when one of the douchebags from earlier comes from the shadows running, screaming and my eyes go to the missing arm.

MISSING ARM?

My mouth opens in shock to see the bottom part of his arm is completely missing, blood dripping down behind him.

“Oh my God!” I whisper yell, covering my mouth when he falls to the ground in front of us.

His eyes are so wide, looking at us with such horror and so much fear and I know I will have nightmares from that.

He says one single word, “Run,” before he falls to the ground, his face landing in the mud.

I start to fall to the ground next to him to help him when a chainsaw starts up, then a god-awful sound of something being cut breaks the silence.

“Fuck we need to get through the woods.” Tristan literally picks up Lynn running with her and I’m swept off my feet in the same second, Darren running with me deeper out of sight.

By the time we get out of sight, the crazy guy from earlier that looked at us with such rage, walks up to the guy on the ground with a machete in one hand and throws the chainsaw down next to him.

“Oh my God, the little girl!” Lynn tells us and my heart sinks as we watch him stare at the armless guy on the ground, smiling like he is proud of it.

His head snaps in our direction. Fuck.

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