Light glares from Vanessa's phone as she picks it up to aim it directly at Teardrop, as if to make sure he hasn't moved. Connor leans in to whisper something into her ear and the two giggle childishly, her attention quickly being drawn elsewhere.

"You okay?" Billy asks, noticing Sammy—the closest one to the Teardrop—seems lost as she stares up at the sinister clown. He pulls down the metal bar in front of them and pushes it inward, a manual way of unlocking it. It slowly lifts up from their waists.

Not taking her eyes off of him, she nods. She can feel the small car shift as Vanessa and Connor, both smiling, shuffle out of their seats behind her.

"Well, that was fun." Vanessa says sarcastically, relieved that the ride was cut short. "We're gonna go—"

"Restore the power." Connor finishes her sentence, perhaps a little too quickly.

She nods, playing along. By the dramatic adjustment in her tone, it's obvious that she's not the best liar. "Yeah... restore power."

Not buying it, Sammy turns to cock an eyebrow at them. "Right."

"Alright then." Vanessa looks around for a moment, thinking of something more convincing to say. Then she realizes that she really doesn't give a shit. She grabs Connor's shirt collar to pull him away. "See ya!"

Following the tracks, she walks back the direction they came as Connor smacks her ass. She shrieks, almost so high-pitched it sounded as if it were coming from one of the mechanical props they had passed earlier.

Sammy turns away from the couple, rolling her eyes as she stares at the tunnel that winds up ahead. She can see where the tracks curve to the right in the next room, looping around to steer the car back to the front.

Billy flashes an uneasy smile. "You know they're not—"

"Yeah. I know."

They both laugh, looking into each other's eyes as they can hear their friends' voices fading out in the distance. Billy catches himself staring too intensely and looks off to the side awkwardly as he climbs out of the ride. "Well, I better go get the power back on."

Her eyes widen. "You're gonna leave me here alone?!"

"It'll just take a minute."

He pulls a flashlight out from underneath his belt and, after flicking it on, reaches out to hand it to her. Not wanting to sound like a frightened child, she takes it from him and smiles appreciatively. She bites her tongue, not liking the idea one bit.

Billy glances at Teardrop and then back to her, his mouth opening as a thought crosses his mind. Instead of saying it, he nods as he backs up before turning to walk down the path—the opposite direction of the entrance. She can hear his footsteps grow fainter out as he slips into the darkness, exiting further down the tunnel ahead.

Nervous, she turns back and looks around the silent room. Body parts dangle from where Connor and Vanessa just left and she can hear the chains slightly rattle against one another. She turns back to Teardrop, who is still staring down at the table with his knife clenched tightly in his hand.

"Yeah... fuck this." She crawls over the seat to exit on Billy's side, quickly walking down the tunnel toward his direction. "Hey, wait up!"

In the mirror maze, the front door swings open and Connor stands in the doorframe with Vanessa draped over his side. The building is dark, the moonlight barely lighting it up as it reflects through a sheet of tilted mirrors in the front.

Moments later, Vanessa is pinned against a mirror and Connor leans in to kiss her neck. She looks up at the ceiling and moans as she runs her hand across the mirror behind her, the glass closest to her mouth quickly steaming up. Her hand smears against it as he pulls her away, further into the maze.

The paths throughout the maze intersect randomly, making it confusing and easy to get lost in. Propped up against one of the glass walls, a light gleams from Connor's phone as it reflects through several mirrors down the first path.

The light from Sammy's flashlight swings wildly across the tunnel walls as she hurries down the narrow path. "Billy?"

Wooden coffins fill the right side of the wall, some small and others taller than her. She shakes her head anxiously, feeling that—at any second—something is going to jump out of one of the caskets and pounce on her. She takes a deep breath to regain control of herself, pulling her attention back to the tracks as she pushes forward.

The path winds around and she quickly follows it to the exit door, which has a rusted Dead End sign bolted to it. A smile comes across her face as she approaches the exit and pushes against it, finding it locked.

"What the hell..." She pushes it again, this time harder. It doesn't budge.

She looks to her right to see where the tunnel should connect to the entrance of the ride. Instead, where the track fully wraps around to bring the empty cars through for new passengers, she sees another wooden gate—this one much smaller—separating the paths.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she quickly turns around as she tries her best not to freak out. Rushing back through the tunnel from the way she came, she ignores the props lining the walls and pays more attention to the rails on the track as she follows them. Although the machinery was shut off, the fog continues to seep around the ground as it slowly disperses into the air around her. She walks through an arched entrance and finds herself back in Teardrop's room.

Teardrop stands in the same position as before. She quickly passes him, shining the flashlight at the fake body parts dangling in front of her but halts when she hears a sudden noise. Her arm drops to her side, the light aimed down at the heavy blanket of fog beneath her feet, as her eyes widen at the familiar sound.

The sound of chopping.

Slowly, she turns to see Teardrop chopping at something on the table, just like he was when she and her friends had first entered the room. The light from her flashlight lifts up from the floor and, as it trembles in her hand, she aims at him.

He doesn't look up at her as he continues to steadily slice into whatever is on the table. Rolling her eyes, she feels her reasoning kick in as she takes a heavy sigh.

"Damnit, you guys almost got me." She says, not falling for it. She lowers her flashlight back to the ground and walks toward Teardrop, who begins chopping at a faster pace with each step she takes.

As she approaches him, she sees a thick red substance—something that wasn't there before—dripping from the edge of the table. She stops just a couple of feet away from the table, lifting her light to get a better look. Gasping, she stumbles back as she covers her mouth in shock.

On the table lies a man's torso, or what's left of it really, that appears to have been wearing a red and yellow uniform. The name badge on the breast of the blood soaked shirt reads 'Billy'. The blade easily digs into its upper trunk, making one final chop into the meat, before it stops moving.

Silence, again, fills the room.

Twitching, her eyes glare up at Teardrop just as his head tilts upward to face her. The long blade of his knife rises from the remains, blood dripping from a slice of flesh still hanging from it as he lifts it high in the air.

Screaming, she hurriedly turns to run for the entrance just as he grabs onto the edge of the table, flipping it over onto the tracks. He dashes after her as she pushes through the limps, seeing a glimpse of moonlight through the dangling props as she almost reaches the doorway to the next tunnel when—

A body part slams into her, this one heavier than the others. She turns to see what looks like—judging by the recognizable tattoo of a phoenix on his bicep—Trey's arm dangling by its torn elbow from the hook above, blood drizzling down to his fingers as it drips to the floor. Bawling, she spins around to see Teardrop, swaying his knife playfully in the air, standing directly behind her.

Her screams echo throughout the tunnels.

Vanessa moans as she looks up at the ceiling, Connor's head kissing her upper thigh as his hands travel up her sequin skirt. She stops, turning her head to the faint sound. "Did you hear that?"

Ignoring her, he continues to lift her skirt.

"Connor!" She slaps at the top of his head to get his attention, knocking his baseball cap to the floor.

Peering up at her, he lets out an agitated sigh. "What?!"

"Did you hear that?" She repeats, her tone more worried as she gazes around at the mirrors surrounding them. "Tell me you fucking heard that."

"Hear what, baby?" His hands continue to wander up her dress as he stares up at her.

"It sounded like a scream."

Laughing, he bites his bottom lip as she looks down at him. "Oh, they will be plenty of screaming tonight."

She smiles, his heavy southern accent always able to somehow diffuse a situation. Grabbing his head again, this time she clenches onto his hair and pulls it tightly to lift him up.

Connor smiles as he stands up, always loving a good hair pull. The two lean in and kiss and she rolls over to push him up against the glass, this time taking control as she kisses his neck and works her way down.

The entrance door to the maze slowly opens, the glare of the moon reflecting off of a nearby mirror for a brief moment before it swings back shut.

♫ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟs / sᴀʏ ʜɪ ♫