Every year during student fundraising week, classes bid for the right to run the more popular attractions. Among the top picks was the haunted house.
The lucky class always went all out, and now that there were people with superpowers, the bar just kept rising.
This year, the stage was set on a floating platform above the school hall, accessible only when escorted by a masked super with the ability to fly.
Even though the haunted house was way above them, the eerie fog that shrouded it could be easily seen from the school fate. For those waiting in line on the roof like them, they could even touch the fog if they reached hard enough. And for those who cared to listen, they would be able to hear faint laughter and muffled screams from within.
She couldn’t wait to go in.