Anticipation raced through her
blood as she curled tightly in the tiny box. Her black costume was wrapped carefully around her body and
sweat tickled her face under the plastic mask. She was the
'WOW' factor of the entire haunted house. And she knew it.
The haunted house had been planned for weeks. Every detail had been ironed out to create the greatest impact.
Dead bodies were draped on the ground and hanging from the rafters.
Ghosts and ghouls floated about screaming dramatically. Some
creatures popped in and out behind drapes and walls at random. Carefully planned
chaos. And right in the middle of it all stood an
invisible black box in a tiny black walled room. Sudden silence and total blackness. Her job was more difficult than the rest. She had to judge carefully where the guests were and how quickly they were approaching her box. Her timing had to be perfect, her voice perfectly distorted, her flashlight positioned just so...and then, in one
frighting fluid motion, she would
leap up, scream and turn on the flashlight. Heart beats would stop. Guests would jump back. Arms would flail. She could always tell if she nailed it.
This particular guest, however, was different. She could hear him poking the dead bodies, laughing at the ghosts and teasing the pop-out
ghouls. It was her dad, and she wanted more than anything to
scare the pants off of him. And suddenly the
silence fell and the
blackness enveloped the entire scene. It was all up to her. Her timing, her voice, her flashlight...the tickle of sweat she almost scratched. The seconds seemed like minutes as she
listened
intently for his movement toward the invisible box, toward her...and then
JUMP, SCREAM, FLASHLIGHT ON!
It was over as soon as it happened. She watched hopefully for the indications that she had nailed it. The sudden
gasp and
flailing arms.
He reached out and gently rubbed her ears, "I love you Shelly", he
whispered.