The Scarehouse «Top 10 PLUS»

Elias turned to run, but the door he had entered through was gone. In its place was a mirror. The thirteenth mirror. Inside the glass, his reflection wasn't running. It was standing perfectly still, smiling, and holding a ring of keys that Elias realized were no longer in his own pocket.

The rusted sign above the gate groaned in the wind, its peeling paint barely spelling out The Scarehouse . For thirty years, it had been the town’s premier October attraction—a maze of plywood walls, strobe lights, and teenagers in cheap rubber masks. The Scarehouse

One rainy Tuesday, two weeks before opening, Elias heard a sound from the "Boogeyman’s Bedroom" exhibit. It wasn't the programmed mechanical wheeze of the animatronic; it was a soft, rhythmic humming. Elias turned to run, but the door he

But Elias, the night watchman, knew the secret of the Scarehouse: it was much larger on the inside than the outside. Inside the glass, his reflection wasn't running