Is that a chainsaw?

You hear what sounds like a chainsaw. It's not coming closer, thank god. It just revs up then dies down again, somewhere off in the distance. After paying close attention it seems to sound exactly the same each time.

You tiptoe closer, not wanting to be caught off guard by anyone or anything that might be lurking in these halls.

You find a surgical theatre with spooky displays behind wire mesh, including an electrified bonesaw next to a speaker playing grinding noises. There is a stretcher propped up on a platform underneath some heat lamps that dangle overhead.

Maybe this whole haunted house ride was a bad idea. Dashing back out the entrance doesn't seem like such a bad idea at this point. That is, until you notice the figure blocking the way you came.

"Hello! My, my, a new patient? Welcome to my operating room."

This isn't one of those ghoulish nurses. She's a doctor, or at least that's what she's meant to be. Her thick rubber goggles and crazy hair tell you she might be part mad scientist as well.

You try to barrel past her but she grips onto you with one gloved hand.

"And where do you think you're going? We haven't even started yet."

"Nope. I'm out. I'm done. Just let me go already."

"I can let you go, but you'll just end up with the nurses instead. And they'll **** you into Omega Club Community Service once they're done playing with you. Seriously, stay with me. It's the better option. All I want to do is run some tests..."

With her free hand she lifts up a syringe. The viscous fluid inside glows ominously.