The Scarehouse -

But Elias, the night watchman, knew the secret of the Scarehouse: it was much larger on the inside than the outside.

One rainy Tuesday, two weeks before opening, Elias heard a sound from the "Boogeyman’s Bedroom" exhibit. It wasn't the programmed mechanical wheeze of the animatronic; it was a soft, rhythmic humming. The Scarehouse

He stepped inside, his flashlight beam cutting through the artificial fog. The bed was empty. The animatronic was slumped in the corner, its power cord unplugged. Yet, the blankets were warm. On the nightstand sat a glass of water, still bubbling slightly, as if someone had just set it down. "Is someone there?" Elias called out, his voice shaking. But Elias, the night watchman, knew the secret