A tongue-in-cheek repost written for a fan back in 2012, recently edited to post for the Halloween season.
“Right this way,” the male tour guide announced. He was dressed in some sort of outfit that made someone in the group comment on his attire as matching some guy in an old gangster movie. But they all dutifully followed him in through a door.
Beyond a glass wall they could see a young woman in a flowing light pink dress circa 1780 France. She was obviously supposed to be Marie Antoinette. She was kneeling with her head locked into an imposing guillotine.
They could just make out her cries to be released, cries that seemed hauntingly real. Wax figures representing the executioner and the town priest stood on either side of her. She seemed to be the only living being in the display… and that wouldn’t last long if the guillotine itself was real and the blade fell!
“Isn’t that Kirsten Dunst in that dress and wig?” someone in the party observed.
“It sure looks like her,” another quipped. “Didn’t she play the role of Marie Antoinette in that 2006 movie?”
“If not then it’s an amazing likeness!” another commented.
“Well what did you expect?” one of the guys blurted out in exasperation. “This is supposed to be a Hollywood Horror House!”
The condemned woman wriggled and squirmed, realistically portraying her terror. They could see actual tears trickling down her cheeks. The poor thing seemed genuinely terrified; she actually hollered at the tour group on the other side of the glass to get her out of there.
“Damn; that’s realistic!” one of the females observed, a chill running down her spine.
A moment later there was a command in French that seemed to emanate from some speaker in the ceiling of the guillotine room. The blade suddenly dropped swiftly with a loud think. It abruptly cut off the condemned woman’s pitiful cries as her head was smoothly lopped off her shoulders. But her haunting shrieks seemed to linger before fading away.
Everyone in the party jerked back from the glass with a start. There were several screams as blood suddenly spurted out of the severed neck and splattered the observation window. Marie’s head rolled a couple paces away and then came to a stop.
She was actually facing the window, her eyes opened wide in absolute horror. She had this shocked look on her face as the group backed further away from the glass in panic. Then the male tour guide calmly rounded them all up before herding them off to the next display…
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Another group was being led by a female dressed as a gangster’s moll. She had taken them into an enclosed room where they were tightly packed in. A glass window separated them from the scene on the other side.
A topless blonde woman in a pale green mermaid outfit appeared to be panicking. She was in an enclosed room that was rapidly filling with water. Painted walls gave the appearance of the deep blue sea. She appeared to be looking all around at her surroundings in absolute horror.
She caught sight of the group that came up to the window, and she quickly worked her way over to them. Then she started pounding on it as though terrified, begging someone to let her out. Her tail flopped realistically behind her.
“I get it!” one of the girls in the group gasped as though catching on. “Sara Paxton in ‘Aquamarine’… right?”
“What’s going to happen to her?” someone else asked. That quickly became obvious as the room continued to fill with water.
“Mermaids can’t drown, can they?” one of the guys asked nervously.
“Of course not, silly!” his girlfriend replied. But they all couldn’t help watching as the water level rose higher and higher, rising dramatically against the glass. Strangely there appeared to be no exit.
The mermaid – what is really Sara? – frantically begged to be let out as she pounded upon the glass to get their attention. Everyone in the tour group could hear her panicked cries. Clearly she wanted them to help her get out of her enclosure, and it made some of them nervous.
“Is this real?” another girl asked uncertainly. A guy gave her a disgusted look.
“It’s a horror house, stupid; it’s SUPPOSED to look real!”
The water level rose higher and higher, forcing the mermaid to stay up near the ceiling and its dwindling air pocket. The group watched in morbid fascination as she pounded against the roof of her prison, screaming to be let out and that she hadn’t signed on for any of this. Several of the spectators thought this scene looked rather serious!
The mermaid’s lips were up against the roof of her watery tomb when the water finished rising up, pushing away her air pocket into oblivion. It left the room completely flooded with no source of air whatsoever! In horror the mermaid swam back down to the window and started pounding anxiously against the glass, screaming and bubbling at her voyeurs to do something to save her.
“Is she really drowning?” one of the female teenagers murmured uncertainly. “She sure looks trapped in there! Shouldn’t we help her?”
“It’s a haunted house!” her boyfriend reminded her, sounding not entirely convinced of his own words. “It’s supposed to be a house full of horrors! They want us to feel her terror!”
“But she really looks like she’s drowning!” another blonde teen observed in growing panic. “Shouldn’t we get her out of there or something?”
“How?” one of the guys replied. “I don’t see any way in!”
The mermaid continued pounding on the glass with her fists, bubbling as though begging them to get her out. Then she seemed to glurp and gurgle. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as her eyes flew open wide in horror. Instinctively she shot up to the ceiling in the hopes that the air pocket had magically returned. But it had not, and a moment later her body began to spasm.
One of the females in the party screamed as another cried out, “SHE’S DROWNING! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!” They all tried beating on the glass with their fists. But it was much too thick to break through.
Inside the tank the poor mermaid spasmed and convulsed in pure agony. Her body bent over each time she inhaled, and she appeared to glurp and gurgle. Then she slowly drifted back down toward the floor of her room until she was in full view of the group on the other side of the glass.
She coughed a few bubbles out of her mouth as her eyes bugged out in utter shock. Then she appeared to relax, drifting there in place. Her expression sagged as a few stray bubbles trickled out past her parted lips. For the moment she simply looked tired and nothing more.
“Gawd, that was horrible!” a female gasped in shock. “She looked like she really drowned or something!”
“Shouldn’t we go tell someone?” one of the guys asked, and he anxiously turned to their female tour guide. “This can’t be real, can it?” The guide just smiled knowingly.
She told them this particular actress was only holding her breath and that she was making it look quite realistic. She said it looked so dramatic that she actually found the performance rather hot. A moment later she led the whole group off to the next display. But there were a few in his group who paused to take a last, lingering look at the unmoving mermaid. More than one thought the drowning had looked a little TOO realistic.
And damn! Just how long COULD that woman hold her breath??!!
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A female tour guide in a black catsuit led her group into yet another room. When they all gathered around the next display they decided this particular representation was definitely a vampire related theme. As everyone crowded around the window to look inside, they could see what looked like the supposed remains of a young Dracula. Amazingly he looked remarkably like Justin Bieber! He was lying flat on his back in dark clothes on a table with a stake through his heart.
Lying next to him on a similar table was a female vampire who looked just like Selena Gomez. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled and she was crying and screaming. Two men wearing cloaks from an old 1930’s horror movie stood on either side of her, one with a large stake in his right hand and a mallet in the other.
Selena Gomez is a vampire?” some ditzy blonde chick asked dubiously.
“She was in that Hotel Transylvania movie,” another guy remarked.
“Oh, that was only her voice,” another girl remarked.
“It’s nice they took out Bieber though,” the blonde chick observed with a smile. “I hate his music!”
“It’s not him; it’s just a lookalike!” someone corrected her.
Selena screamed for help from the tour group looking in through the window, begging them to save her. She wriggled and squirmed in her black vampire attire as though she was terrified out of her mind. She appeared to be genuinely frightened.
“It must go through her heart!” the one man proclaimed to the other, acting particularly nervous. “Otherwise she will come after us and turn us all into vampires as well!! We must kill her just as we killed her vampire boyfriend!”
The other man nodded and then placed the stake against her breast right over her heart. Selena screamed in terror, shaking her head “no – no – NOOO!” as he raised his mallet. Then he brought it down hard with a sickening thump.
There was an eruption of blood from the wound as the young vampire screamed. Her back arched momentarily as her eyes flew open in horror. Then blood began oozing out of her mouth.
He brought the mallet down a second time with a loud thump, no doubt making sure the deed was done. Selena jerked and then moved no more, staring up at the ceiling in utter shock. The group outside the window gasped at the amazing flow of blood and her final moments. Then several women screamed before they all rushed away from the gruesome spectacle to follow the female tour guide who was already leading them on to the next one…
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Through the glass window the first tour group observed a strange sight. The room appeared to be split into two halves. One half showed a Disney cartoon characterization with a stage and the name Hannah Montana up in lights. The other side showed a seedy side of town with mannequins serving as prostitutes.
In the center of it all was a large table with a buzz saw at one end. Strapped to the table upon a large sheet of plywood was a young woman who looked remarkably like Miley Cyrus. She was tied all spread-eagled with the clothes on her body matching the theme of the room. One side showed the clothes of a Disney princess while the other showed that of a working woman of the evening, all sewn together in a single, seamless garment. Above the whole scene hung a sign that read “Split Personality”.
“Gawd; they’re not really going to…” a girl in a short skirt started to gasp.
“I hope they do!” a guy quipped up. “I’d LOVE to see her sawn in half!”
…and then the buzz saw suddenly came to life. At that moment poor Miley began to scream as the sheet of plywood she was on started moving toward the blade.
The tour group shrunk back from the glass window in horror. But most of them simply couldn’t turn away! They watched in horrified fascination, not daring to believe the horror house would actually saw clear though the actress/singer-songwriter!
It couldn’t be real, could it?? It was Hollywood so it had to be special effects, right?? But Miley was sure screaming in horror… or at least it LOOKED like Miley!
The poor woman shrieked as the large buzz saw methodically chewed through the sheet of plywood, cutting it right in half. It soon moved between Miley’s spread legs toward the crazy split-skirt she was wearing. Then things got serious as it started shredding through the garment!!
The poor girl screamed and screamed, writhing helplessly. She frantically twisted in place in a desperate effort to pull free of her bonds. Then her crotch reached the blade.
The first sight everyone in the tour group was treated to was a very realistic spray of flesh and blood. Then Miley’s screams intensified. It was as if she was literally being sawn in half, her upper body thrashing about in her death throes!
The blade chewed unsympathetically up into her stomach. It was realistic as hell, spinning flecks of flesh, blood and bone all over the upper part of her body. It really sprayed the back wall of her room with bits of flesh and blood as the blade cut along her spine.
The tour group outside the window exploded into screams of shock and horror as the large blade methodically did its deadly work. The whole scene beyond the glass seemed surreal… as though it simply couldn’t be happening!! Their minds tried to tell them it was fake but with all that supposed blood it looked much too realistic.
The blade was almost to her chest when Miley finally passed out from massive blood loss. Most of the girls in the tour screamed again and then turned and ran. But a couple of guys stayed behind long enough to admire the technology that was obviously being used to make such a scene look so incredibly life-like.
The blade continued to cut through the actress/singer-songwriter’s chest until it finally reached her head. That’s when it became too much even for the gore-happy guys. They turned and rushed after the tour group leader, suddenly feeling sick to their stomachs. Miley Cyrus – or her very realistic lookalike – was ultimately left alone lying in two equally bloody, gory halves as the buzz saw finally shut down…
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The next scene was clearly taken from the Salem witch trials. Several mannequins were dressed up as townspeople and had their backs to the glass. They were looking at three noosed women in witches robes who were standing on a gallows with their arms tied behind their backs. The sound of voices being piped in through speakers in the ceiling demanded the immediate hanging of the three witches.
But the piped in voices weren’t the only ones to be heard. The witches themselves were protesting, crying out and begging to be released. Almost everyone recognized them from the TV series Charmed – Shannen Doherty, Holly Marie Combs, and Alyssa Milano… or at least an incredible likeness to all three actresses!
“I remember an episode where they were hung like that, but only from horses,” a female gasped breathlessly. “I suppose it’s only fitting they be hung as witches.”
“I’ve always thought that Doherty bitch should be hung,” a male blurted out contemptuously. Then a voice from inside the tableau demanded the executioner to do his duty.
An ominous figure in black garb walked up onto the gallows platform and then pulled the lever. Three separate traps under the feet of each female folded down from the edge of the gallows as one, dropping all three women simultaneously. They only fell a couple of inches before their ropes jerked them all up short.
Each one began gasping and kicking, setting all three bodies to swinging wildly. Shannen – “Prue” in the series – accidentally kicked Holly – “Piper”. It set both girls to spinning in opposite directions. Poor Alyssa – “Phoebe” – just gawked and gurgled as she fought her noose, her eyes bugging out as her long skirt billowed from her flailing legs.
The three bodies kicked and twisted, causing several in the tour group to comment how unbelievably realistic the whole scene seemed to be. It was horrifying, although one girl murmured to her female companion how strangely erotic the whole thing was. Several guys watched in rapt fascination, two of whom began sporting bulging trousers.
Shannen went first, jerking her knees upward as a humiliating orgasm washed through her body to mix with the agony of asphyxiation. Then she shuddered hard before ceasing her struggles. A trickle of urine ran down her bare legs to dribble off her dangling toes.
In the middle Holly’s battle with the noose intensified as she kicked and struggled harder. She was fighting and fighting hard, her back arching as she suddenly exploded in orgasm. Then she went back to kicking her life away before her knees jerked again from a second more intense climax.
On the other end Alyssa kept jerking her knees up and down as though trying to loosen the coil that was profoundly strangling her. She gawked and gurgled, her legs coming together, flying apart to kick wildly and then coming together again. Then her neck suddenly snapped as her head tipped at a crazy angle. Her bladder abruptly released as she suddenly felt no more pain.
In the middle Holly was the last to go, fighting her way through a third orgasm. Her chest felt like it wanted to explode and she heard a roaring in her ears. Her head felt swollen and she instinctively kicked hard one last time. Then the fight abruptly drained out of her and she hung limp as her body slowly twisted and swayed.
All three spun quietly in place as they swung back and forth in slower and slower arcs until there were no more life signs. Shannen and Holly slowly rotated in place counter to each other, their expressions having sagged in death. Alyssa simply hung limp, a peaceful expression on her face as though she was glad it was finally over.
“Gawd!” a woman breathed. “That was incredible!”
“Is that all?” a guy blurted out. “I thought their necks snapped right away!”
“That’s only after a long drop, you moron!” his friend chided him.
“Is that how they hang?” a third piped up. “I don’t think that was very realistic!”
“Aww, what do you know?” his friend responded in disgust as their tour leader led them on to the next tableau…
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The tour group stopped in front of a window. But strangely there was no one inside. It looked like a small empty room with an open door in the opposite wall revealing a set of stairs descending into it. There were no wax figures or anyone else in the scene.
“What the hell is this?” one of the guys in the group blurted out in disgust, pointing out the window to the tour guide. He’d come for the gore and there was nothing here.
“What?” a girl wanted to know in confusion. “Did your people forget to show up for this one?”
All of the sudden there was a scream followed by a set of footsteps rushing down the stairs. Then a woman in a pink knit shirt, tight pants and sneakers who everyone recognized as Sarah Michelle Gellar came running down the stairs into the room. She ran right up to the window and started pounding on it in desperation screaming “HE’S AFTER ME – HE’S AFTER ME! OHMYGAWD; YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME!”
“Scream 2, am I right?” the disgusted male sighed, unconvinced. Then Ghostface entered the room chasing her. This time he was carrying an axe.
Several of the females in the tour group screamed, instinctively backing away. Sarah turned, saw her attacker and then turned back toward the glass, pounding more desperately while screaming for her life.
“LOOK OUT!” one of the girls cried out, pointing at the display. Sarah turned just as Ghostface grabbed her and threw her to the floor. Then he lifted up his axe in preparation to strike. “Gawd, this is gonna be good!” one of the males in the group muttered as he watched breathlessly.
Sarah lifted up her arms in a hopeless gesture to ward off the blow. Then the axe came down hard. Her scream was abruptly cut off with a loud grunt as the blade penetrated so deep into her chest as to hit the floor beneath her.
Her eyes flew open in horror as her back arched upward, blood gurgling out of her mouth. She tried to lift her head up as her arms instinctively clutched at the axe embedded in her chest. Then she abruptly collapsed in death, staring up at the ceiling as the light of life flickered out of her eyes.
Ghostface turned and made a menacing gesture at the tour group on the other side of the glass. That set the girls to screaming as they fled in terror, most of the guys hot on their heels. Then he turned and nonchalantly left the room, leaving Sarah lying on the floor with the axe embedded in her chest…
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Jennifer Love Hewitt sat in an electric chair in her black dress, her arms cuffed to the armrests. A metal cap was strapped to her head and a mouth guard shoved between her lips to prevent her from biting her tongue. Her black dress obscured the metal post shoved up into her vagina through a hole torn in her black panties.
The only other human in the room was a person dressed as a prison guard. He stood next to a switch to electrocute her, calmly awaiting the command. Two other figures who appeared to be mannequins stood on either side of her. One looked like a priest while the other one must have represented the prison warden.
She writhed and grunted, her eyes wide with fright as the group gathered around the window to watch. “They’re going to FRY HER?” one of the guys blurted out in admiration. “COOL!” Jennifer tried to shake her head as though she’d heard him and that she didn’t think it was cool at all.
A voice from some speaker in the ceiling began telling her that she’d been sending ghosts to the afterlife for the longest time. Now it was her turn to see the other side. Then a voice loudly intoned that there had been no reprieve from the governor and that it was time to execute the prisoner. Everyone outside the window suddenly gasped and held their breath.
The guard pulled the hinged handle down until it made a connection. Almost immediately Jennifer began to jerk and convulse in the chair. Muffled screams could be heard as the sound of electrical current filled the room with sizzles and snaps.
The guard threw the handle back up and the current stopped. Jennifer was left writhing and whimpering. “More power!” commanded the voice from the speaker. The guard turned a dial on the controls and then brought the handle down again.
Jennifer screamed even harder, her body bucking and jerking against the straps holding her to the chair. Her eyes rolled as she bucked and shuddered. There was a crackle of current as sparks began to fly. Then the guard threw the handle back into the off position.
“Now give her the full dose,” the voice ordered evenly. The guard turned the dial yet again and then brought the handle down. Jennifer’s body seemed to jump with a start in the chair.
She writhed and whimpered, her eyes wide as she tried to scream. The lights inside the display began to flicker as smoke appeared from the crotch of her dress. The band around her head began to smolder as she violently jerked and writhed. The probe up her slit forced a humiliating orgasm out of her body that no one noticed.
The tour group watched in fascination. “I like the way they’re making her smoke,” one guy observed. Another commented on how he liked the sparks and the way her body seemed to writhe and shudder uncontrollably.
All of the sudden an unearthly scream was ripped out of her lungs, only to be muffled by her mouth guard that came out to the tour group as a grunt. Her eyes rolled as her head tipped back. Then she seemed to collapse back into the chair, although the surging current seemed to be making some of her muscles twitch.
The guard finally threw the switch into the off position. The tour group looked in at the smoldering body of Jennifer Love Hewitt. Then they quietly moved on as the tour guide led them away…
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There was some sort of wax works behind the glass. A big caldron in the center of the room steamed and bubbled. Two figures stood in either corner looking like they might have just come out of the vat of the wax not long ago, looking remarkably like Nicole Richie and Elisha Cuthbert But it was the one hanging from her arms from the ceiling that caught everyone’s attention. That one looked a lot like Paris Hilton.
She was kicking and screaming as she dangled in one of her favorite pink dresses. Then she caught sight of the tour group on the other side of the glass. Immediately she started screaming that they killed Nicole and Elisha and now they were going to kill her if the group didn’t do something.
“House of wax, right?” one guy observed dryly. “That sure was a clunker of a movie! Best part was when they offed that Paris bitch! This should be good!” There was laughter and agreement from the others.
Paris looked through the glass at them in horror, screaming for them to come save her. Then something happened because she started to descend toward the waiting caldron of bubbling wax beneath her. She kicked and screamed in pure terror, begging for someone to do something.
“Damn!” some girl murmured. “They’re going to do Paris now! Serves her right!”
“But won’t the wax be hot?” another girl asked uncertainly.
“It’s a horror house, remember?” one of the guys snorted in exasperation. “How many times do I have to remind you of that?”
Paris was slowly lowered kicking and screaming until her feet came in contact with the bubbling wax. Her screams morphed into shrieks of agony as she stopped kicking. As she was lowered up to her knees she managed to scream even louder, her eyes open wide in absolute terror.
She writhed and squirmed as she continued to be lowered into what surely looked like molten wax. It reached her stomach, making her dress cling to her body. Then it claimed her breasts as she was lowered in up to her neck.
She let out one last scream before her head slowly disappeared into the bubbling caldron. The last everyone could see was her wriggling arms before they too disappeared down into the smoldering, waxy soup. Then she was gone.
For a moment no one spoke; no one even breathed. Had they just seen the impossible?? Then Paris’ arms began to emerge, fully covered in wax.
She was pulled out slowly until her head appeared. Wax completely covered her, making her look like some grotesque being who’d been molded in soft clay. Her mouth was open wide in a silent scream and she was pulled out until her breasts were exposed, the wax clinging to her dress. Then the process stopped and that is where she hung – half in and half out.
“Good gawd!” a girl breathed. “They dipped her in wax and turned her into a statue!”
“Couldn’t happen to a more deserving bitch,” one of the guys observed with a smirk. “She was only famous because of her rich daddy and that stupid ‘Simple Life’ series!” The group hung around a few moments longer until the tour guide told them all it was time to move along…
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Behind the glass they saw what looked like a peasant woman with short hair in a plain full length garment that came down to her ankles. She was chained to a tall, thick post in a room that was painted to appear as though she was outside surrounded by trees. She was standing on some sort of grate on her bare feet and her head was lowered. Perhaps she was napping?
Milla Jovovich… Joan of Arc,” some guy murmured. “What’s THIS supposed to be… her burning scene?”
“Gawd; they’re going to BURN HER??!!” one of the girls gasped in horror.
The woman tied to the post suddenly lifted her head at the sound. Her eyes flew open when she saw people looking at her through the glass. Then she started to struggle against the chains.
“I’m scared!” she blurted out. “Get me out of here! They tied me up like this, ok? It was just a stupid movie! Just get me out of here, all right?”
“Heretic,” the female tour guide said with a smile. “Let’s encourage this one, shall we?” Then she started quietly chanting, “Burn the heretic – burn the heretic – burn the heretic.” A male and two females joined in, their voices adding to hers…
“Burn the heretic – burn the heretic – burn the heretic.” Milla – or her lookalike – gasped anxiously.
“No! I’m NOT a heretic, damn you! It was just a dumb ol’ movie! Now get me out of here!!” But now other voices had joined in…
“Burn the heretic – burn the heretic – burn the heretic!”
“You people are crazy! This isn’t funny anymore, ok? I don’t want to play this game, all right?? Now get me out of here!”
“Burn the heretic – burn the heretic – burn the heretic!!!”
“No! I don’t want to burn! I’m Milla, damn you!! I’m ALICE! I played in all those Resident Evil movies!”
“I HATED those movies!” a young man hollered at her as the voices got even louder…
“BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC!”
“NOOOOOOO!!!”
…and then flames leaped up from beneath the grating to lap at her feet and legs!!
She screamed in horror, wriggling and thrashing about. But the chains held her fast to the post. By now the tour group had been numbed to the horror, each individual enjoying the shocking displays inside the Hollywood Horror House…
“BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC!!!”
“Joan” screamed as the lower part of her garment caught fire. The flames raced up her body as the fire at her feet intensified. It was almost coming up like a blowtorch now! They could actually feel the heat through the glass separating them from her burning! But they calmly took a step back as they kept chanting…
“BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC!!!”
Milla screamed as the flames engulfed her. The fire reached her head, igniting her short hair. Now she looked like a candle burning from top to bottom. The tour group just kept chanting…
“BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC – BURN THE HERETIC!!!”
The screams died off until all that could be heard was the roaring fire. It actually seemed to be contained to the area directly around the post. Joan’s body seemed to sag as the heat intensified.
“Nothing more to see here,” one of the girls observed quietly. Without another word they quietly followed the tour guide down the hall. Perhaps some of them were simply too numb with shock to speak or do anything other than follow their guide…
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The group stopped at another display on the other side of a sheet of thick glass just like the others. This time they were looking inside what looked like a dungeon… or a tomb of some sort? A murmur of excitement rippled through the group.
Inside the room was an object that looked as though it was designed to be some sort of medieval Iron Maiden. But it was who was standing within it with her arms behind her back that attracted all their attention. It looked like none other than Angelina Jolie – the Tomb Raider herself! And she was in full raider garb – black outfit, guns hanging from her upper thighs, a belt and black boots.
“Hey!” she called out as they gathered around the window to look in on her. “You’ve got to help me! They put me inside this contraption! Get me out of here!”
“Can’t she just walk out?” one of the girls murmured.
“Her arms are tied behind her back,” her friend observed. “She must be tied up in there so she can’t step out.”
“Look at those spikes on the door!” some guy spoke out in growing excitement. “You mean they’re finally going to entomb the ‘Tomb Raider’??!!”
“Get me out of here!” Angelina demanded. “I don’t like this role anymore, ok? Now get me out!” She had that no-nonsense tone, that familiar authoritative look in her face as though that should be enough.
All of the sudden the door started to swing closed with a grinding, metallic sound. Jolie’s stern demeanor dropped away in an instant as she was filled with terror. “Ok – ok; you made your point!” she gasped anxiously. “Just get me out of here, ok?” But the door continued to slowly swing closed.
Several girls in the tour group gasped in astonishment. Surely they weren’t going to close her inside the Iron Maiden and KILL her, were they?? But several of the guys were murmuring things like “This is gonna be good!” “Damn; those spikes are going to pierce those big tits of hers!” “Will it kill her right away?” “No, man; she’ll probably bleed out!” “It’s Hollywood special effects, man! Don’t you know ANYTHING??!!”
Angelina became more anxious; the door was now halfway closed! She looked up at the ceiling and started crying out, “Let me out; this isn’t funny anymore! I don’t want to play, damn you! Get me out of this!” But the door continued to close, now obstructing a clear view of her body to the group beyond the glass. Only her face was left exposed, the metal door appearing like it was going to entomb her from the neck down.
“Gawd; this is good!” one guy gasped. “I can’t believe they’re DOING it!” a girl blurted out. “Fuck; it’s making me hot!” added another.
The door was two-thirds of the way closed when Angelina lost it. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!” she screamed. “DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I’M ANGELINA JOLIE! I’M ANGELINA JOLIE!!!”
…and then the door suddenly slammed shut. There was silence for a split second as the whole tour group gasped and jumped at the sound. Then Angelina’s face contorted in pain as she started to scream.
Her head swished back and forth, twisting this way and that as her screams revealed just how much air her lungs could contain. Her shrieks of agony were piercing, her face contorted in a painful grimace. Several members of the group actually stepped back from the glass.
“LOOK!” a girl screamed. “LOOK AT THE FLOOR!” Sure enough, a trail of blood began to seep out from under the bottom of the Iron Maiden, slithering across the floor like a snake.
“See?!” one guy said as he nudged his friend in the ribs. “Told you she’d bleed out!”
Angelina’s screams began to fade, and she moaned weakly. Her voice seemed to be faltering… “Please! Hurts… get me… out of here…it hurts so much… please… I don’t want to die…”
Her eyes suddenly widened as she appeared to go into shock. More blood streamed out from underneath the door to the Iron Maiden. She looked as though she wanted to speak one last time. Then her head sagged forward. She made no further sound.
The door suddenly began to open to the sound of metal upon metal. It swung open much faster until it stopped halfway open. But it was open enough for everyone in the tour group to see the many puncture wounds in her body, all of them bleeding profusely.
“Gawd!” one of the girls gasped. “That was HORRIBLE!”
“I’m so embarrassed,” another one whispered to her friend. “I think I just had an orgasm!”
“You kinky bitch!” the girl whispered back. Then the tour guide bid them to follow along…
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“I like this one most of all,” their female catsuited tour guide said as they walked up to the window. It had the feel of a kitchen although there was no table or cupboards.
On the other side a naked young woman who looked remarkably like Lindsay Lohan was the only thing in the plain white room. She was forced to crouch on her bent, strapped knees on what looked like an elevated floor. Her arms were tied behind her back and she appeared to be strapped to and resting upon elevated pads that cupped her breasts.
She appeared to hear them and she turned her head in their direction. They could see she’d been crying. “Get me out of here!” she pleaded. “Please! I don’t want to be here like this!”
There appeared to be some sort of circular steel contraption on the wall directly behind her. Several in the group immediately suspected there was more to it than met the eye. As if to confirm their suspicions, a thick metal pole about two inches in diameter suddenly emerged from the middle and began to push forward.
“Gawd!” one of the guys observed. “You see where it’s going??”
“I don’t believe it!” a girl gasped.
“Fuck!” a second female added.
“Exactly!” her male companion chuckled.
It was obvious Lindsay could not see what was happening behind her. But the tour group leaned in and watched with great interest as the silver pole moved forward. It was headed right toward her…
Lindsay suddenly gawked as it forced its way inside her pussy. She started writhing and screaming at the violation, crying out that something was raping her. Then she really started to scream, crying out that it was going too far and that someone needed to get it out.
She began to writhe and wriggle as the pole continued to push inside. She screamed again and again, struggling helplessly. Then she belched before screaming, “MY STOMACH – MY STOMACH!!”
There were several audible gasps from the tour group as they all crowded in for a closer look. Several of the females were panting heavily. A couple of their boyfriends moved right up behind them with obvious bulges, eager to witness what was going to happen next.
Lindsay continued to gasp and cry out as the pole appeared to keep moving inside her. Then she started gawking and coughing as though she was gagging on something. To everyone’s horrified fascination her head gently tipped back as though she wanted to look upward. Then the gore encrusted end of the metal pole suddenly emerged out of her mouth!
Lindsay grunted in horror, fully spitted from her pussy to her mouth. Within a handful of seconds a second pole slowly emerged. Everyone watched in horrified fascination as it went right for her…
Lindsay’s eyes flew open again in horror and she gawked as her ass was penetrated. There were several cries of “Oh, FUCK!” and one girl nearly fainted. Several others who’d been gasping earlier were now panting heavily.
The pads for Lindsay’s breasts suddenly retracted into the floor. Within moments she was totally supported by nothing more than the poles inside her. Then to everyone’s amazement she actually started to rotate in place like she was on a rotisserie!!!
There were several more gasps from the tour group. Then the floor slid open to reveal a controlled barbecue pit directly underneath the actress, flames leaping up to lick at her perspiring body! That’s when she really began to grunt and wriggle in pain and utter humiliation! It looked for all the world like they were actually going to…
“COOK HER??” a girl gasped incredulously. “OHMYGAWD; THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO BARBECUE HER!” Then she excitedly turned toward their tour guide…
“CAN WE EAT HER TOO? DO WE GET TO EAT HER?? OHMYGAWD! I WANT TO TELL EVERYONE I ATE LINDSAY LOHAN!!!” The guide just smiled and bade them to move along. But several members of the tour group couldn’t help lagging behind a little to watch Lindsay rotate naked over an open fire…
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“So did you enjoy our Hollywood Horror House?” their male tour guide asked with a grin. His question was answered with loud “YEAHS” and several grins and nods.
“Would you like to see one more?” When the group eagerly nodded their heads in approval he opened a big metal door and bade everyone enter…
“That’s right… everyone inside… it won’t be long now… only a few seconds.” Then he closed and sealed the door behind them!
“Hey!” a girl exclaimed from the other side. “What gives? There’s nothing in this room at all!” Several others agreed with her.
They moved back to the door, pounding upon it for answers. That’s when the lights went out, plunging them all into total darkness and eliciting several screams. A moment later there was a strange hissing sound.
The room erupted in yells and screams and panicked cries. But within moments the screams were reduced to coughing and gagging sounds. There were several grunts as bodies collapsed onto the floor or onto each other.
Outside the door their tour guide smiled a wicked, evil smile. “Just hold your breath for as long as you can, folks!” he cried out at the door. “Then you’ll be all right!” Then he headed off to see how the other tour groups were coming along…
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“Down this hall,” their female tour guide in the gangster moll outfit motioned, waving each one past her one by one. “Down the hall please.” She pushed them all past her, making sure not to miss any stragglers.
“What’s down here?” the people in front wanted to know. “There’s no doors or anything! Turn around; I want to go back!”
“Enjoy the ride, folks,” the guide said pleasantly. Then she closed the door, locking them all inside.
“Hey – HEY! LET US OUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US??”
There was a loud sound before the floor at the end of the hall suddenly slid open by a good ten feet. Then the hallway suddenly angled downward. Everyone was thrown off their feet, sliding down the floor and screaming in terror as they all fell through the opening one by one…
…into a concrete tank of water directly below them! There were several splashes as the hall emptied its contents! Within seconds the entire tour minus the guide was screaming and shrieking as they tried to keep their heads up in sizzling acid.
There were screams and cries of “GET ME OUT – I’M BURNING UP! HELP ME!” Then there was an ominous, mechanical sound. That’s when someone hollered, “IT’S CLOSING! THE TANK IS CLOSING! SOMEBODY GET US OUT OF HERE!”
There were more screams and panicked cries as a thick cover stretched out over the top of the splashing, panicked tour members. Each one was forced under as the cover closed over the top of them. Within a couple of minutes it sealed itself shut, entombing everyone under the surface.
There were muffled screams and gurgles and the faint sounds of fists trying to beat upon the cover. The sounds lessened as the acid ate away their ability to struggle. One by one they began to sink to the bottom, flesh burning away to reveal nothing but bleached bones. Then the interior of the tank became quiet as the grave…
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“Right this way,” the catsuited woman instructed the members of her tour. Everyone in her group was stunned, shell-shocked at all the death they had witnessed – the dead bodies beheaded, drowned, sawn in half, electrocuted. If this was indeed a Hollywood Horror House then it had truly achieved the desired effect.
They were ushered into a large room where the other two tour guides were waiting. Brother and sister were dressed in matching gangster outfits, both of them sporting submachine guns and grinning maniacally.
“Gawd!” one of the girls in the tour gasped, pointing in the direction they had just come. “There’s a lot of death out there!”
“There’s a lot of death in here too!” the sister chuckled. Then she and her brother lifted up their guns and opened up. Their weapons spewed death and destruction with a rat-a-tat-tat.
Horrified screams were silenced as bullet-riddled bodies hit the floor and piled one on top of one another. Then the second sister who’d led this particular tour carefully walked around her charges with a 9mm Beretta, putting a bullet into an occasional body here and there to make sure they were good and dead.
When the shooting stopped there was an eerie silence. Then the brother bowed as he motioned toward the door. “Time to go, you two.”
“I can see the headlines now,” his older sister said in her catsuit outfit, her eyes flashing sadistically. “Hollywood Horror House Massacre! Won’t it be great?”
“Sure will, sis!” Then he raised his gun and fired once more into their backsides. His two sisters pitched forward onto the floor, shocked looks on their expressions as their bodies were added to the ones already sprawled all over the bloody floor.
“Didn’t you two understand?” he said sorrowfully to them both as they lay sprawled on the floor. “None of us can leave this place! There’s too much blood on our hands! Besides, we’ll be more famous dead than alive!” Then he picked up his sister’s Beretta, put the barrel of the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger…
© 2012; 2015 (written for perv13 Oct 30 ’12; ed. Oct 29 ‘15 by riwa)