THE HORRIBLE HOUSE!
A small, nondescript house sits in the middle of the park. A melodramatic elf waves down passerby, declaring that the house is guaranteed to be the most terrible, frightening house in existence! Another elf stands at the door, making sure those who enter sign a release form, as there have been several rare cases of Death by Horrible. A guide, pale and shivering, leads adventurous groups through the house, stuttering and terrified of what awaits them!
The OOC
Optional Prompt!
Roll 1 d4
1:
An empty room, tidy and bland has the guide nervously rushing you through, "Oh n-n-no! Hurry, it's the people who hate fun!"
An animatronic human man walks toward you, "I won't feed into the crass comercialized celebrations that we call holidays. Everyday is just another day. Only children like holidays, and that's because they are lied to by their pathetic parents and toy manufacturers!"
It chases you out with a snide, cynical laugh.
2:
The guide leads you into a room with a knocked down Christmas tree that's been stripped of it's ornaments. There may have been presents under it at some point, but the floor is bare. As are the open cupboards in the kitchen area and the refrigerator.
"Oh no," whispers the guide, aghast, "Christmas....Christmas has been..."
An animatronic human girl enters the scene, stares with dawning horror, and then screams, "Christmas has been stolen! NOOOOOO!"
"NOOOOOOO!" The guide cries with her, and then rushes you out.
3:
The room has several animatronic human children opening presents as their animatronic parents video tape it. The smallest child pulls out a potato and stares at it in confusion. The middle child is likewise staring at a half eaten jar of pickles. The eldest takes their unwrapped cucumber and thows it against the wall in a fit of rage as the younger two burst out into tears.
The parents don't even bother to stifle their laughter any longer.
The guide, who had been seething in silence, hisses softly, "Frost you, Jimmy Kimmel, frost and burn you heartless b*****d."
Crying and mocking laughter follow you out as the guide guide storms to the next area.
4:
The guide, trembles, and warns you with the hushed awe of someone witnessing the end of everything right and good in the world, "Okay, okay...this is...this is going to be extreme, so follow me as swiftly as you can and do not make eye-contact!"
They begin to lead you through a hallway full of sad-faced animatronic human children. The further you go, the more upset the children become, disappointment leading to quiet tears leading and then to the ugly sobbing of a hundred children. When you stray to close or make eye-contact with any of them, they begin to chase you, their sad pleas haunting you.
"Why did I only get socks?"
"Does Santa hate me?"
"I WANTED THE WHITE IPAD ******** guide is openly crying in terror as you exit.
