Disclaimer: the fun in the FunHouse stays in the FunHouse. Please read responsibly, and do not take Fun-House too seriously.
It was a foggy day; I sat in my dorm, waiting. The fog danced across the grass, blocking the view of the buildings on campus. Not even Old Main could win the battle against the thick mist, making for the most interesting of days.
I had never experienced this sensation in real life; the only thing that came close was watching scary movies all night and then driving past the corn fields to Wal-Mart at four in the morning. Clenching the steering wheel, I would pray that children would not come out of the corn, nor would Jason start to run at me, nor would a chainsaw come through the hood of the car.
Waiting for the call I was anticipating, I sat looking out my window. The eerie mood lingered across Lakeland. I myself did not want to leave Kruger, who knew what could be lurking out there? The muskrats could be back for all I knew.
The shrill of the phone broke through the silence. “Hello?” I murmured, knowing already that the call was from my boss. “Yes, yes, I will head over to Wehr and take photos of the Musko.”
Sliding my jacket on, I walked out of my room. I took my time so that I would not have to leave my secure building. Just before I left the dormitory a pungent odor hit my face, the impact like a brick wall. The strong smell of fish spread across Kruger and only got stronger as I walked towards Wehr.
The fog filled the campus and not a single person could be seen. The splash of the slush puddles beneath me was the only audible sound. Clenching my fists I hoped that nothing would pop up behind or in front of me like Slender Man.
After a quick-paced, wet journey, I finally made it to Wehr. Dodging cars and wildlife, I swung my camera out for the long stream of pictures. I was ready to do my story on the new Musko, but before I could even press the button one of the janitors screamed.
Without thinking I ran towards the janitor and wanted to know what was going on, perhaps this could be a major story for the Mirror! I was running so fast I nearly took out the janitor before I could stop. Others also gathered around and gasped. The sight was appalling! No one could believe it, especially me.
There he was, the new Musko, brutally slaughtered in the janitor’s closet. No one would be able to wear the new Musko now, his twenty-pack abs slashed right off of his body!
Taking a snapshot of the scene for the Mirror as well as evidence, I began to look around. Someone had killed our mascot, and I was going to find out who did it. I could be like Sherlock Holmes! This is what my calling was to be; I was meant to be a detective.
Looking around in the closet, I searched and searched for my first clue, even after security took away the mascot. Determined, I paced the area thinking long and hard, until it hit me: there was something weird sticking out of Musko, something that didn’t belong.
Using my camera, I scrolled through my photos. There it was: a tiny, dark blue speck. I started to zoom in. My very first clue was a pom-pom strand! Cheerleaders and the dance team members have pom-poms, and I was going to find out their connection to the story. I was going to find out who did this if it was the last thing I did!