Connie felt the cold surround her but it was a startling sound that elicited a scream from her lips. She turned as she screamed and again saw a flash of green before the front door back down the hallway was shut. It got darker, even a bit colder and even as she regained some of her composure, she admitted to herself she was a bit scared.<br/><br/>"Wow," She thought to herself. "They are pretty good with scaring people and getting inside people's heads. Maybe a little too good."<br/><br/>Connie looked around in all directions and couldn't help feeling that something or somebody was there. It was almost too quiet.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Connie called out, sounding like every scream queen of bad horror films she swore she'd never be like but she was writing a story. This was a funhouse, or at least she thought it was.