She follows the group of people

"What the hell?!" Mackenzie whispered despite being alone in the room once more. "Where the fuck did my dress go?!"

She looked around the chair and under the table, but her dress was nowhere to be seen. She even picked up the tray (which could now be easily moved) but found only the same tablecloth underneath it. Mackenzie didn't want to believe it, but there was only one logical conclusion as to where her dress had gone. Someone in that group of people had taken it with them.

Mackenzie shivered nervously, realizing just how far from decency she truly was. Her only piece of clothing was now being carried around the haunted house by some stranger! The redhead sat back down on the chair, bare ass once again meeting the cool fabric, and tried to think of her next move.

Maybe... maybe there was a way she could get her dress back. She could covertly follow the group as they made their way through the haunted house, waiting for a chance to grab her dress back. Maybe when they were distracted or recovering from a scare. It sounded daunting and unlikely even as Mackenzie pictured it, but she didn't exactly relish the thought of leaving the haunted house in her current state! And hell, she had heard a few other women in the group. Surely they'd be willing to help her out if she just explained her situation. Although that would mean approaching the group while naked... and getting seen by them for sure... Mackenzie decided to think of that option as Plan B. Or, hell, maybe even Plan C. Stealthily retrieving the dress from the shadows sounded FAR more appealing.

So, Mackenzie hesitantly got to her feet and began slowly making her way towards the room's exit. Her mind was screaming for her to stop. She was naked for crying out loud! Why on earth was she TRYING to encounter other people?! But, Mackenzie reasoned, what other choice did she have? With her arm trembling slightly, she pushed the door open and, without a stitch on, entered the next room.

Mackenzie peered around the door as she opened it just wide enough to allow herself to slide into the room. It appeared to be a large, messy looking kitchen, with dirty pots and pans covering the various stained countertops. In the middle of the room, underneath the sole hanging light, were four people. Two men and two women, just like Mackenzie had expected. And there, clutched in one of the boys' hands, was her dress! Partially concealed by the dark, Mackenzie crouched down and began scoping out a way to sneak closer to the group.

But suddenly, the door loudly creaked shut behind her, breaking the relative silence of the room. Mackenzie's body moved before her mind even consciously made the decision. She dove behind a nearby counter, managing to duck into a small alcove, and successfully moved out of sight before four pairs of eyes turned toward the source of the noise. The redhead grimaced as she collided with the floor. Partially out of the discomfort of her rough landing, and partially in disgust at her bare skin sliding along the slightly grimy floor. Her short slide came to an end as her head and shoulder gently bumped against a cabinet.

"What was that noise?" Audrey asked nervously. "It sounded like someone else just came in the room!"

Mackenzie rose to a sitting position, desperately hoping the foursome wouldn't come investigate the noise. A small tower of pots and pans on the counter above her clinked and wavered, seemingly dangerously close to falling over. Mackenzie's hands shot up to hold them steady and she prayed they wouldn't fall onto her.

"Oh relax," Mike said dismissively, "A door that can open and close at the push of a button is probably the easiest thing in the world for a haunted house to install. It's just an attempt at a cheap scare by whoever's running the show."

"Oh..." Audrey quietly said in relief.

"Let's move on already," Nicole complained, "This room sucks too."

Mackenzie felt a huge of wave of relief as she heard the sounds of retreating footsteps, followed by a foot opening and closing. She was alone once again. She let loose a weary sigh and slowly moved her hands away from the now stable pots and pans. Mackenzie hadn't made any progress in recovering her dress, but at least she hadn't managed to make her situation any worse!

As Mackenzie pressed her hand to floor, preparing to stand back up, there was a loud clicking noise and the tile under her hand depressed slightly.