The Scarehouse Instant

The Scarehouse wasn't just a haunt; it was a predator. It fed on the screams of the customers, but during the off-season, it got hungry. It grew new rooms to lure the curious. It mimicked the sounds of life to bring the watchman closer.

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 Scarehouse

The Scarehouse had finally found its permanent "cast member." The Scarehouse wasn't just a haunt; it was a predator