Page 32 of Fright Night
And he knows my name. Which makes sense, I guess, but it makes this so personal.
Fuck—no.I shake my head. No, this doesn’t change anything. I’m still leaving. We’re about two dozen feet from the entrance, and I reangle myself to go around him, more determined thanbefore. Whoever Knox has joining in on his games can go fuck themselves.
His arm, covered in a black hoodie identical to Knox’s, shoots out to the side to block my path. “Nuh, uh. Try the other exit. This one’s shut down for maintenance.”
The other exit is clear across the park by the maze. It was the one I was going to use after flicking off the generator. Stupid fenced-in park…
He must see my horror, but only tilts his head in the same direction before taking a single threatening step towards me. Even though I know he won’t actually hurt me, panic has me taking off.
Actual fear over what is happening because, for once, Knox’s plans remain a mystery. I don’t know who’s involved.Whatis involved.
The light from my phone swings wildly as I run, praying there aren’t any streamers or balloons that were missed during clean-up that’d trip me. Falling on my ass will make things worse.
The park is wide open, save for the few structures and trees. There’s no way Knox can hide for long, especially with his glowing mask. He’s too obvious. Yet, as my eyes scan the area, all remains empty.
My costume’s skirt picks up, the flap bouncing against my upper thighs. The air is chillier than even minutes ago—though that might be nerves. Maybe this is his trick. To freak me out while watching from afar, laughing, with no intentions of stepping in.
Even so, when I round the House of Mirror’s tent, I slam into a body. Same hoodie, same mask.
“Knox,” I breathe, oddly relieved this can end.
The figure’s glowing mask comes closer, until plastic brushes against my cheek as he leans down to whisper, “Try again.”
How many fucking friends does he have working for him?
Without replying, I take off, running faster. I’m a few dozen feet away from the maze, and behind it, the exit. I can do this…
A body slides out from behind another tree, cutting in front of me, his imposing form taking two steps before I’m forced to double back. Same clothing, same mask, and I don’t wait around to check if it’s Knox or not because chances are, it’s not.
Blood rushing, I’m forced to retreat and go around the tent, cutting far away from the other guy. As I pass the entrance, my phone buzzes, and although reading a text is the last thing that’ll help, curiosity makes me check.
Knox
Getting closer, Trickster. Keep going.
Oh, I plan on it.
I take off towards the maze.
FIFTEEN
KNOX
Oakley runsaround the tent Blaze made his appearance by and heads my way by the maze. The grand finale.
I send a text, dismissing the couple guys scattered around to freak her out—mission accomplished, I believe. Now, it’s my turn, and once I click send on the message, the phone gets slid into my back pocket right as the little fairy princess streaks towards me, wings in her grip and tiny blue dress flapping in the wind.
Can’t wait to tear it off her.
I’m hiding against one wall of the maze, so as she approaches, she won’t notice me. With a well-timed lunge, I come up behind her as she’s passing the maze’s entrance and loop my arm around her waist to yank her to a stop.
Her squeal makes me hard, and as she kicks my shins and scratches the arm locked around her, I grin and grip her tighter, my free arm banding her chest to keep her immobile against me.
“Found you. Had a bit of Halloween fun?”
Her chest heaves with all the effort running around the park cost her, but she stops fighting, slumping into my hold. “You’re a dick.”
My cheek slides against her neck as I lower my head to her skin, thankful my mask has been removed; it’s resting atop my head. She smells like everything I can’t wait to have. A sweet little treat, if only there wasn’t another trick to experience.
