A Horror Mystery Adventure!
Amanda and Sean stumble upon a mysterious can of juice while searching for Halloween costumes at a local store. Despite being kicked out by the sales clerk, they become obsessed with uncovering the truth behind the strange drink. With the help from some local bullies, they sneak back into the store through a crypt in the graveyard, only to find themselves in the midst of a spine-chilling adventure.
Excerpt
Amanda scurries to my side. “What’s wrong?” She orders like a drill sergeant. The largest spider I have ever seen in my life stares back at us from the center of its web. “Do you think it is poisonous?”
“Do you really think I care if it is poisonous!”
Amanda drops down to her knees and inches her hand toward the spider. Its eyes pop open. Interesting. The spider looks at her with a bizarre smirk. Two white fangs shimmer in between the shadows of the small room. Amanda leans in closer.
“What are you doing?” I whine. She glances over her shoulder and grins. “Remember the curse.” The spider leaps toward her. Amanda scrambles to her feet.
The spider misses her face and lands on the floor. She swings her right leg back into a soccer kicking position. The spider scrambles onto her left boot. She flings it across the room. She chases after it and kicks it again for good measure. ”That was fun.”
She has a strange sense of what is fun. I scan the room one more time. ”There is only one other place we have not looked.”
Amanda twists her mouth like a pretzel. “Huh? What do you mean? We’ve searched everywhere.”
“Are you sure we have explored all the possibilities in this room?” I point to the coffin in the far corner of the room. She scrunches her eyebrows and tilts her head. “Why does the casket look familiar?” I use the glow stick to investigate the coffin more closely.
“You probably saw it in a movie.”
“I can not shake the feeling that–”
“Let's do this,” Amanda whispers, interrupting my thought.
We lift the lid open. Amanda and I gasp and take a step backward. The pounding of my heart can be felt all the way to my temples. My pants are moist. I think I peed myself a little.
Amanda steps toward the coffin. I inch my way beside her. A man lies in the casket.
He is still. His chest is not moving. His hands are so white that they reflect the glow of my glowstick.
I inch my glowstick toward his–Amanda grabs my hand and points.
Next to him is the Vampire Juice. My hand clenches it and slips it into my backpack. I pull on Amanda’s arm to leave.
She stares at the coffin for a moment. “Wait a minute. I have to know something.”
“What do you possibly have to know? We have the Vampire Juice.”
Amanda pokes the man in the chest with her index finger. Nothing happens. “Just what I thought.” She takes a step away from the coffin and stops. Amanda boops him on the nose. Two red eyes pop open.
