Day Fifteen: Relax
How Savannah got roped into this she will never understand. She is the chicken shit in their friend group, the scaredy cat that can’t watch any type of horror movie without hiding behind her hands for the majority of it. So naturally nobody would expect her to be tagging along to the haunted house that is advertised as “Most terrifying in three counties!”.
But Gwen had begged for her to come, and when Gwen begged Savannah had a hard time turning her down. Especially now that they were going to different schools they didn’t get to see each other as much as they used to. It had been nearly two months since they hung out and the fact that their Fall Breaks fell on the same weekend, it felt meant to be.
Which is how she ended up walking down the cracked sidewalk into the haunted house that looked like it should be condemned rather than used as an attraction for hundreds of people to traipse through on any given night. Savannah clung to Gwen’s arm, squeezing tight and looking every which way while all the other people in their group chatted about how high excited they were.
Gwen reached over and patted her forearm and whispered, “Relax. You know none of this is real in terms of you getting hurt, and we’ll keep you in the middle so you’re less likely to get touched or face the brunt of jump outs.
She narrowed her eyes at her best friend, “I’ll relax when we are on the other side of this shit show and on our way to get pancakes.” That had been Savannah’s one requirement to agreeing to this, that they would end the night at the local dinner to gorge on endless pancakes and milkshakes.
The evil and rudeness that was Gwen just laughed at her, but gave one last sympathetic squeeze of her forearm before dragging her across the threshold of the house.