Brianna plays a prank

The two of you continue your explorations, laughing as you clutch each other's arms.

"This is so fun!" you giggle, feeling a flutter in your tummy. This is like being in the haunted house ride at a fair, full of scary thrills but ultimately safe. You feel confident and sexy as you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror. With a happy squeak you pose in front of it, illuminating yourself with the beam of your flashlight as you preen. You look like the sexy heroine in a slasher movie, and you strike scared poses as you take a few selfies.

"Brianna, come do this with me!" you giggle. "It looks so cool!"

There's no response and you pause, looking around for your friend. You flash the beam around the room but there is no sign of Brianna.

"Hey girl, stop screwing around!" you laugh. "Come take a selfie with me bitch!" You shine your light around, looking for her as you explore the room, but she is clearly not there. She's playing games, you think to yourself, trying to scare you. Probably waiting for you in the next room to jump out and scream at you.

"Two can play at this game," you mutter to yourself as you suppress a giggle. You flick your light off and carefully prowl towards the door. You pause in the opening, listening, but hear nothing. Holding your breath, expecting Brianna to jump out and scream, you step through the doorway.

Nothing happens. You flick your light on again and search this room, but Brianna isn't there.

"Ok Brianna, joke over," you call. "You scared me! Now come on, let's do this together."

There's no answer and you feel the flutter in your belly get a little more real. Much as you don't want to admit it, being alone in this dark and creepy house is unnerving. Brianna's joke is really a mood killer.