Already beside him, Jason followed suit and started tearing away boards. Adamar was stronger than Jason was, but these boards were half-rotten and posed no real challenge to the pair of them. In the dark of this sudden storm, Jason was solely focused on getting into shelter and didn't immediately notice the strange smell coming from inside the funhouse. It was stale and sickly (which was to be expected), but beneath the rotting wood and hint of mold... There was an unmistakable scent of popcorn, the kind with cheap butter sauce poured over it.<br/><br/>For now, Jason would miss this. He and Adamar had the boards all pulled away and tossed to one side and he stepped into the building first, clicking his flashlight on and going farther in. This entry room was long and skinny, with a bunch of picture frames on the walls. The pictures within them were almost entirely obscured by dust, but Jason guessed that they were probably old B-movie posters, or something like that. Probably fun and garish imagery to get people in the mood to explore a spooky funhouse. As a fan of those old B-movies, Jason was interested in getting a look at those posters, but he didn't have anything with him to clean the dust off the glass frames. "Hey Adamar, if you see any dry old rags or anything, we can come back and uncover these frames." Holding his flashlight in his teeth for a moment, Jason took another picture, the cell phone camera's flash jarring in the dark as it reflected off the dusty picture frames. He didn't know then just how much his picture had exposed...<br/><br/>Continuing ahead of Adamar for the moment, Jason turned a corner and shined his flashlight down the next corridor. "Okay, this is kind of strange." He stepped back into the first room and waited for Adamar to catch up to him. "This room is nice, and it looks from here like the room at the end of the hall is in good shape too. But the hallway looks rotten, or burnt or something." Jason looked down in thought for a moment. "I want to keep going, but I'm not sure the floor will even hold us. We could maybe go around outside and find a backdoor?"<br/><br/>As if in answer to this suggestion, a loud thunder clap sounded, seeming to shake the funhouse's foundations beneath them. "... Or maybe not." Jason laughed nervously.