Hydra House: Davian & Peyton
This was, admittedly, Peyton's first time coming to Hydra House. But she couldn't resist the fun that haunted houses were. It was controlled chaos, like corn mazes. It was something one could both get into and out of one way or another. And Peyton liked being scared, well, if she knew the fear would end. She remembered one haunted house the Hayes' neighbors down the road had put on every year. The layout of the inside of their house changed, different rooms carrying different fabricated horrors. But out behind the house, down a hardly used back alley, the Robinson's always rigged up the same thing: a set of headlights and a car horn, hidden in the dark behind a wall of fog. When spectators thought they were safe, that they had exited the haunted house and that was it, they were led to the back alley to leave. And that's where the Robinson haunted house always got her. Every year. She knew it was coming, a certain fixed point that should have been predictable, and still she would end up running as fast as she could to the main street to remember how to breathe. And then she would laugh, and head back to the front to go through again, dragging any friends through that dared to go out on Halloween in her neighborhood.
The Hydra haunted house blew the Robinson's out of the park. Clowns, in Peyton's book, were legitimately creepy as hell. She wasn't sure if she was bothered by them as a kid, or if reading Stephen King's It had much to do with it. Admittedly, Ronald McDonald always unnerved her, so maybe it was a long withstanding fear? Aside from the uncertainty, she had been enjoying herself. As she made her way toward the next area, she turned around to briefly check behind her for any rogue clowns (or rigged headlights?) When she turned back around, she collided with Davian.
"Oh! My gosh!" She was laughing slightly, the adrenaline was mostly to blame. "Sorry," she motioned behind her, before patting Davian's shoulder a couple of times. "Checking for clowns."