A horror story of a group of male friends going on
A horror story of a group of male friends going on an adventure to explore an abandoned mall, but it is dark and scary and then they find a eerie, scary list of weird rules they must follow to survive. Make the horror story in first person and make sure few friends die.
The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and decay, a tangible reminder of the mall’s long-abandoned life. We, four friends – Mark, the daredevil; Tom, the skeptic; Jake, the cautious one; and me, the chronicler – stood at the mall’s entrance, the rusted metal doors groaning open with a rusty screech. The flickering streetlight cast long, jagged shadows across the empty parking lot, amplifying the sense of unease.
“This is creepy, even for me,” Jake said, his voice hushed.
Mark, ever the adrenaline junkie, just laughed. “Come on, Jake, lighten up. It’s just an old mall. What’s the worst that could happen?”
We stepped into the mall, the silence pressing down on us like a suffocating blanket. The air was stagnant, thick with the smell of something rotten. The fluorescent lights, half-broken and flickering, cast a sickly yellow glow, making the shadows even deeper, even more menacing.
“Guys, check this out,” Tom said, pointing to a faded, hand-painted sign hanging from the ceiling. “Look at what they have to say.”
It was a simple white sign with red lettering that sent a shiver down my spine: “Welcome to the Funhouse. Please Observe the Rules.” Below, in uneven, hastily scrawled lettering, was a list of rules:
- Do not speak aloud.
- Do not run.
- Do not turn your back on the shadows.
- Do not touch anything.
- Do not stray from the path.
- Do not stay after midnight.
- If you see it, do not look back.
- Do not make a sound.
“This is ridiculous,” Mark scoffed, pushing past the sign. “It’s like a bad horror movie.”
We ventured deeper into the mall, the rules etched in our minds, a growing sense of dread twisting in our stomachs. We passed empty stores, their windows boarded up, the mannequins inside frozen in time, their plastic smiles unnervingly chilling. The silence was punctuated only by the echo of our footsteps and the occasional creak of the aging structure.
We were following the path outlined in a yellow spray paint on the floor, leading us through the mall’s maze of corridors. The air felt colder, the shadows deeper, and the silence more suffocating. I swear, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, a fleeting glimpse of something dark and shapeless, but it was gone before I could turn.
Mark, unaware of my silent terror, was getting bored. He started humming under his breath, then started walking faster.
“Mark, stop! You’re breaking the rules!” Jake yelled, grabbing his arm.
“Relax, Jake,” Mark said, his voice a careless whisper. “There’s nothing here.”
But there was. We heard it first, a whisper, barely audible, coming from the depths of the mall. The air crackled, and the shadows seemed to twist and writhe. Then, we saw it.
It was a figure, tall and gaunt, with eyes that glowed an eerie red in the darkness. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was more than a human, more than a shadow. It was… otherworldly.
Mark froze, his eyes wide with fear. He turned, his back facing the figure, and whispered, “What the hell is that?”
The figure didn’t move. It just stared, its eyes fixed on Mark, and then a chill wind swept through the mall, swirling the dust and causing the lights to flicker.
Suddenly, Mark screamed.
“What’s wrong?” I yelled.
He was gone.
Vanished into thin air.
The figure turned, its eyes locking on me. The shadow was growing, swallowing the mall, and I felt my heart seize.
“Do not look back,” a raspy voice whispered from the shadows, its tone chillingly familiar.
I looked away, my eyes fixed on Jake and Tom, who were frozen in terror. The rules were real, and they were deadly. We were trapped in this haunted mall, and we had no way out.
I could only hope that we wouldn’t be next.
