The Red Door

The room beyond the red door was filled with mannequins in clown costumes, contorted into all manner of weird poses, wrestling and doing backflips and throwing pies at each other. One clown, Emily noticed, was even pulling another clown's trousers down! And the other clown was a lady clown! How rude! She strolled past them, nose in the air, determined not to give them the satisfaction of being watched. Even if they were just mannequins.

A grinning clown mask was fixed to the far wall, its gaping mouth big enough for a young woman to insert her head into, if she was so inclined. "Look Inside To Recieve Treat" was written on a sign underneath it.

Emily hesitated. On the one hand, she wasn't totally sure she wanted to recieve a treat right now. On the other hand, she wasn't sure where else she was supposed to go. Looking left and right, she could see nothing else but the door to the ladies' bathroom, tastefully concealed behind a pot plant so it wouldn't ruin the funhouse ambience. And, after all, she was supposed to be testing the place out.