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Trip to the Falls.

By FOXCARROTS

    It was a vacation she had been eagerly waiting for three years. Her entire life Andrea had wanted to see Niagara Falls and she had a whole two weeks off of work. It was a welcomed time away from her dismal accounting job which she hated so desperately. How she yearned to do something else with her life, and at this point she would prefer to do ANYTHING other than what she was doing. She had always loved Niagra falls and though she only lived a few hours away from it Toronto, she had never had the time or oportunity to go.

     When the time finally came, she packed her bags, hopped in her car and headed for the city of Niagra falls. She arrived at about three in the afternoon and was checked into her hotel by four. She went to her room and changed into baby blue hoodie, tight light blue leggings and a pair of flip-flops. She let her long blonde hair out of it’s tight ponytail and looked out the window. She couldn't quite see the falls from her window, a view of that cost a bit more than she could afford. The heat from the sun shone through the window and warmed her face. She quickly grabbed her purse and headed put the door. She by passed dozens of entrances to the casino. She didn't want to go in, that would just be stupid. She saw the area of the falls on the horrison as she walked down Clifton Street, the areas big tourist strip. She was so close she could feel the mist in the air, and she could feel the falls calling to her. She was almost there! However, she was distracted when out of the corner of her eye she saw something. She turned to see a captivating sign.

HOUSE OF ASTOUNDING HORROR.

    Andrea loved horror stories and the sign beconed her. She figured since it was on the way it couldn't hurt to go in and take a peak. Andrea walked into the box office area and asked about the price of a ticket. The strange man behind the counter poped a bizzare smile and simply waved her by.

    "You mean it's free?" Andrea asked quizzically.

    "You remind me of someone I used to know." Grumbled the old man. Andrea was strapped for cash due to the cost of the hotel so she had no problems accepting the man's offer. She walked toward the door leading into the exibit when the old man called out to her.

    "You can’t wear those shoes in there...they will be unsafe on some of the sloped floors, you better take them off. Andrea shrugged and slid off her sandles. She wiggled her toes before she headed down the dark corridor.

    She saw several exibits made to look like various horror films she knew and loved, but nothing she considered that scary. She came around a dark corner and a hand caught her wrist. The hand was cold and clammy and the sound of the creature no more appealing. The figure only groaned and gurgled, making no sound inteligible as a human voice. Andrea yanked her arm free and hurried into the tunnel beyond. The floor was cold and slimy, and Andrea decided she would have to find a washroom after this to wash her bare soles clean.

    Andrea walked on and saw many more displays of classic horror fiction, none as creepy as the creature. Most likely some local teenager being paid minimum wage to stand in the darkness and scare people. She came around another corner and felt a cold dirty finger brush her leg. She yelped and backed into the far wall. This "teenager" had a higher voice, more likely a girl but just as creepy. She wished she had a flashlight at this point she was so creeped out. She followed the wall and found what looked like a hidden doorway. She figured it was a hidden section and decided to go into it. The tunnel curved sharply to the right and she was left standing back in the origional tunnel. She figured just a detour to confuse people. She could still hear the groaning from the creature a couple meters away. She rested for a moment. She was impressed on just how scary this haunted house was. All the glow in the dark paints, black lights, and wax sculptures were nothing compaired to these gruesome sounding oddities hidden along the way. She commended on how desperate they sounded. Andrea remembered her mission, this was fun but she had the falls to see. Her deep desire, she had to keep moving. She went to take a step but a painful pulling on her soles halted her. She paused and tried lifting both feet one at a time. Her feet seemed securely attached to the floor by the bottoms of her feet. She made a yucky face as she realised she has stepped in glue. Most likely that section was something still being built.

    Andrea crouched down and touched the floor, disturbing the puddle had set the glue off and it had completely quick-dried to her feet already. Andrea began to pry at her feet, trying to free it from the glue. The glue was tightly adheared to her tender soles and no amount of prying would peel them free. Andrea, deciding she needed brute strength to solve her stuck problem. She stood and then leaned over and firmly wrapped her fingers around her knee. Andrea pulled as hard as she could on one leg then the other. Nothing succedded in unsticking her now sore feet. She tried everything, lunging, jumping, pulling from her heels, but the glue defeated her on every turn. Andrea decided she couldn't get out of this alone. She decided to ask the person playing the ghoul to help.

    "Ummm...Hello, i'm kinda stuck here. Do you think you could like go get the manager, I seem to have stepped barefoot in some glue."The figure made no move to do so, it just stood there and whined and continued to make the same ghoulish creepy noises it did before. Andrea was curious, but soon began to tug on her legs again.

    Andrea suddenly remembered that she had a small flashlight on her keychain. She quickly fished it out of her purse, clicked it on and shone it on her imprisoned feet. The glue looked worse than she thought. It looked to be some type of industrial glue. She would need paramedics to have even a hope of getting out of this stuff. She next shone her flashlight at the person playing the creature, what she saw almost made her drop the flashlight. Standing before her was a woman in her mid twenties wearing tattered jeans and a dingy blue shirt. Her hair had grown wild and her skin was coated with grime from a long time of not cleaning. The woman began to groan and sheided her eyes as if she had not seen light in some time. Andrea wondered why she was not retreating if the light hurt so much. She panned down to the womans feet, which were very dirty, and also very red. Her feet lifted a bit, but were held to the ground as the skin was pulled to the floor with the same glue holding her own feet. The woman looked to have been trying to pull her feet free for some time.

    "How long have you been here?" Andrea asked, but in return she recieved nothing but grunts and groans from the scared woman. Andrea noticed that the woman was trying to open her mouth but it seemed to be stuck shut. It looked like her bottom lip was fused to the top everywhere exept for the edges. Andrea squinted and belived she saw the same yellowish glue that held her and the woman in place.

    Suddenly a hand shot out from beside her and a cotton swab with a wet substance hit her lips. Andrea tried to shout out in protest but already the substance was binding her lips together. She realised in utter horror that her lips had just been strongly glued shut. She felt that her lips were entirely sealed exept for one small crack on the left side of her mouth. She tired as hard as she could to open her houth and to talk, but the glue held and the only sounds she made were grunts and groans not unlike the other woman. Her flashlight was yanked from her hand and the gluer put it to his face. It was the old man from the ticket booth. Andrea, stuck mute, only stared at the man as he began to explain her sticky entrapment.

    "Well now you know the secret to why my horror house has lasted so long. Any horror house can have wax dummies and scary music. But only I have real live monsters, authentic freaks to scare my patrons. " Andrea went to protest, but only mmmphed, however the old man was easily able to tell it was in protest to being called a freak.

    "And you are a freak young lady.” The old man insisted. “The glue that binds your lips and feet is Maxim glue. I assure you it is permanent and can never be removed. That glue is forever, no doctor, no scientist will ever be able to even come close to getting it off of you. Your lips are like one solid piece and your feet are now a permanent part of the floor. Even if you are rescued by the police they will never free you from that spot. Be sure that you will never again move from that spot. I need live ghouls to keep this place the best. That is why I insist everyone go in barefoot. So they might happen across one of the many arcs in the wall and get trapped. Most just go right through, but one in a thousand ends up like you. You are now one of sixteen trapped in my tunnels for life. I will take care of your urgent needs, there is a portable unit hanging from the wall for waste and I left part of your mouth free so I can feed you through a small straw. You will probalby refuse to try to scare people at first. However, a few days without food will motivate you to play the role you are now stuck in. The old man smiled and walked away, as the light left the other woman gave an "I'm sorry, I tried my best to warn you" look. Andrea, now in darkness, sat on the floor and began to hug her knees. She staired off into the darkness as tears began to well in her eyes, she started to sob as she realised that she never would end up seeing the falls.

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Trip to the Falls.

By FOXCARROTS

    It was a vacation she had been eagerly waiting for three years. Her entire life Andrea had wanted to see Niagara Falls and she had a whole two weeks off of work. It was a welcomed time away from her dismal accounting job which she hated so desperately. How she yearned to do something else with her life, and at this point she would prefer to do ANYTHING other than what she was doing. She had always loved Niagra falls and though she only lived a few hours away from it Toronto, she had never had the time or oportunity to go.

     When the time finally came, she packed her bags, hopped in her car and headed for the city of Niagra falls. She arrived at about three in the afternoon and was checked into her hotel by four. She went to her room and changed into baby blue hoodie, tight light blue leggings and a pair of flip-flops. She let her long blonde hair out of it’s tight ponytail and looked out the window. She couldn't quite see the falls from her window, a view of that cost a bit more than she could afford. The heat from the sun shone through the window and warmed her face. She quickly grabbed her purse and headed put the door. She by passed dozens of entrances to the casino. She didn't want to go in, that would just be stupid. She saw the area of the falls on the horrison as she walked down Clifton Street, the areas big tourist strip. She was so close she could feel the mist in the air, and she could feel the falls calling to her. She was almost there! However, she was distracted when out of the corner of her eye she saw something. She turned to see a captivating sign.

HOUSE OF ASTOUNDING HORROR.

    Andrea loved horror stories and the sign beconed her. She figured since it was on the way it couldn't hurt to go in and take a peak. Andrea walked into the box office area and asked about the price of a ticket. The strange man behind the counter poped a bizzare smile and simply waved her by.

    "You mean it's free?" Andrea asked quizzically.

    "You remind me of someone I used to know." Grumbled the old man. Andrea was strapped for cash due to the cost of the hotel so she had no problems accepting the man's offer. She walked toward the door leading into the exibit when the old man called out to her.

    "You can’t wear those shoes in there...they will be unsafe on some of the sloped floors, you better take them off. Andrea shrugged and slid off her sandles. She wiggled her toes before she headed down the dark corridor.

    She saw several exibits made to look like various horror films she knew and loved, but nothing she considered that scary. She came around a dark corner and a hand caught her wrist. The hand was cold and clammy and the sound of the creature no more appealing. The figure only groaned and gurgled, making no sound inteligible as a human voice. Andrea yanked her arm free and hurried into the tunnel beyond. The floor was cold and slimy, and Andrea decided she would have to find a washroom after this to wash her bare soles clean.

    Andrea walked on and saw many more displays of classic horror fiction, none as creepy as the creature. Most likely some local teenager being paid minimum wage to stand in the darkness and scare people. She came around another corner and felt a cold dirty finger brush her leg. She yelped and backed into the far wall. This "teenager" had a higher voice, more likely a girl but just as creepy. She wished she had a flashlight at this point she was so creeped out. She followed the wall and found what looked like a hidden doorway. She figured it was a hidden section and decided to go into it. The tunnel curved sharply to the right and she was left standing back in the origional tunnel. She figured just a detour to confuse people. She could still hear the groaning from the creature a couple meters away. She rested for a moment. She was impressed on just how scary this haunted house was. All the glow in the dark paints, black lights, and wax sculptures were nothing compaired to these gruesome sounding oddities hidden along the way. She commended on how desperate they sounded. Andrea remembered her mission, this was fun but she had the falls to see. Her deep desire, she had to keep moving. She went to take a step but a painful pulling on her soles halted her. She paused and tried lifting both feet one at a time. Her feet seemed securely attached to the floor by the bottoms of her feet. She made a yucky face as she realised she has stepped in glue. Most likely that section was something still being built.

    Andrea crouched down and touched the floor, disturbing the puddle had set the glue off and it had completely quick-dried to her feet already. Andrea began to pry at her feet, trying to free it from the glue. The glue was tightly adheared to her tender soles and no amount of prying would peel them free. Andrea, deciding she needed brute strength to solve her stuck problem. She stood and then leaned over and firmly wrapped her fingers around her knee. Andrea pulled as hard as she could on one leg then the other. Nothing succedded in unsticking her now sore feet. She tried everything, lunging, jumping, pulling from her heels, but the glue defeated her on every turn. Andrea decided she couldn't get out of this alone. She decided to ask the person playing the ghoul to help.

    "Ummm...Hello, i'm kinda stuck here. Do you think you could like go get the manager, I seem to have stepped barefoot in some glue."The figure made no move to do so, it just stood there and whined and continued to make the same ghoulish creepy noises it did before. Andrea was curious, but soon began to tug on her legs again.

    Andrea suddenly remembered that she had a small flashlight on her keychain. She quickly fished it out of her purse, clicked it on and shone it on her imprisoned feet. The glue looked worse than she thought. It looked to be some type of industrial glue. She would need paramedics to have even a hope of getting out of this stuff. She next shone her flashlight at the person playing the creature, what she saw almost made her drop the flashlight. Standing before her was a woman in her mid twenties wearing tattered jeans and a dingy blue shirt. Her hair had grown wild and her skin was coated with grime from a long time of not cleaning. The woman began to groan and sheided her eyes as if she had not seen light in some time. Andrea wondered why she was not retreating if the light hurt so much. She panned down to the womans feet, which were very dirty, and also very red. Her feet lifted a bit, but were held to the ground as the skin was pulled to the floor with the same glue holding her own feet. The woman looked to have been trying to pull her feet free for some time.

    "How long have you been here?" Andrea asked, but in return she recieved nothing but grunts and groans from the scared woman. Andrea noticed that the woman was trying to open her mouth but it seemed to be stuck shut. It looked like her bottom lip was fused to the top everywhere exept for the edges. Andrea squinted and belived she saw the same yellowish glue that held her and the woman in place.

    Suddenly a hand shot out from beside her and a cotton swab with a wet substance hit her lips. Andrea tried to shout out in protest but already the substance was binding her lips together. She realised in utter horror that her lips had just been strongly glued shut. She felt that her lips were entirely sealed exept for one small crack on the left side of her mouth. She tired as hard as she could to open her houth and to talk, but the glue held and the only sounds she made were grunts and groans not unlike the other woman. Her flashlight was yanked from her hand and the gluer put it to his face. It was the old man from the ticket booth. Andrea, stuck mute, only stared at the man as he began to explain her sticky entrapment.

    "Well now you know the secret to why my horror house has lasted so long. Any horror house can have wax dummies and scary music. But only I have real live monsters, authentic freaks to scare my patrons. " Andrea went to protest, but only mmmphed, however the old man was easily able to tell it was in protest to being called a freak.

    "And you are a freak young lady.” The old man insisted. “The glue that binds your lips and feet is Maxim glue. I assure you it is permanent and can never be removed. That glue is forever, no doctor, no scientist will ever be able to even come close to getting it off of you. Your lips are like one solid piece and your feet are now a permanent part of the floor. Even if you are rescued by the police they will never free you from that spot. Be sure that you will never again move from that spot. I need live ghouls to keep this place the best. That is why I insist everyone go in barefoot. So they might happen across one of the many arcs in the wall and get trapped. Most just go right through, but one in a thousand ends up like you. You are now one of sixteen trapped in my tunnels for life. I will take care of your urgent needs, there is a portable unit hanging from the wall for waste and I left part of your mouth free so I can feed you through a small straw. You will probalby refuse to try to scare people at first. However, a few days without food will motivate you to play the role you are now stuck in. The old man smiled and walked away, as the light left the other woman gave an "I'm sorry, I tried my best to warn you" look. Andrea, now in darkness, sat on the floor and began to hug her knees. She staired off into the darkness as tears began to well in her eyes, she started to sob as she realised that she never would end up seeing the falls.