I’ve never been here but I’ve seen the commercials enough times to know that Fun Max House is a giant warehouse with mini golf, laser tag, arcade games and tons of junk food. They even made it a place for adults to enjoy by serving alcohol in the special adults’ only section with pool tables and bowling. I’m not sure there’s enough alcohol in the world to calm my nerves right now. As I walk through the parking lot, each step closer to the fun house makes me feel like it’s one step closer to my own demise. What if Kris lied about the team-building thing and what if he only invited me? The whole thing could be a lie to get me alone so he can…what? I shake my head. It’s not as if he would want to do anything to me. I’m not the killer here. I’m not the person who abandoned the other one. But I’m on the verge of a freaking panic attack at the ridiculous idea that this is all a setup to get me alone. Maybe I should have brought my sister. The scent of wine and cherry blossom body spray crushes into me as Susan appears out of nowhere and wraps her drunken arm around my shoulder.
