13 TF Shorts of Halloween - Haunted House

                This was absolutely unacceptable.

                Josephine Gertrude Proudmore did not know who had approved all of this, but she did not approve any of it.

                It was the Halloween season and so before the actual holiday a number of fun attractions and activities had been set up in celebration of the festivities. A hallmark of such attractions was Haunted Houses design to spook and entertain patrons with their eerie décor and frightening staff.

                This was simple enough concept to Josephine that it utterly baffled her how anyone could bungle such a thing. But after visiting one of the local haunted house attractions, she was completely flabbergasted at the numerous blunders plaguing it.

    While Josephine did not scare easy, a person of pedigree needed to keep a calm head at all times after all. She did enjoy participating in seeing how others properly react to the frights. It was a great pleasure for her to see people operating in a proper manner after all.

    That was why it displeased her to come upon such a deplorable situation like she found in this haunted house. After personally complaining to the manager about it, Josephine promptly took up their challenge on how to fix it. This of course required her to make some calls, but she was able to have the décor properly replaced to bring out a truly frightful atmosphere.

    But even as she walked through the now much forbidding hallway giving nods of approval of placement of webs and props there was still one glaring issue that had not been fixed.

    Even if the atmosphere as properly arranged with both visual and audio effects, the presentation by the staff in the role of monsters was still pitiful. This was terrible since poor performance could completely ruin the ambiance or worst make it purely comical.

    Despite her best attempt to impress them the better methods of playing their role, none of that seem to make any breakthroughs. Unable to properly coach them with words, Josephine knew that drastic measure had to be taken to ensure everything here be conducted properly.

    Excusing herself alone in one of the dressing rooms for the staff, Josephine prepared herself to show them how to truly scare somebody.

    Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the change. While she considers herself a lady of grace and refinement, that was not always true. Due to circumstances she had acquire a most unusual attribute one that would now prove indispensable for the task at hand.

    Rage, she needed to get angry. That was something usual would avoid since it was simply improper to display such violent reactions, but in this case it was a necessary catalyst for the change. Because it is only through the release of such fury could she change from something refine to something savage.

    Her body trembled and shook while Josephine channeled all the rage and frustration she could muster out. Already her efforts were showing response, the tightly held gloved hands were starting to show tears. From the tips of the tearing gloves, fingers emerged that lacked grace, but instead showed strength.  All around she could hear the other sounds of clothing starting to tear no doubt she knew because her body was growing larger and strapping.

    The lips trembled while they darkened, a pair of small tusks emerged from her jaw another sign of the savage being she was becoming. Ears that easily caught the sounds of her growing stature and tearing clothes had stretched out into long point. Around them the once golden drill hairs that were the pride of Josephine were starting to shift and change too. Much like the rest of her descent into savagery, the hair changed with some of them falling out while others reshaped themselves. Soon the hair that crowned her head was distinctly discolored and punkish far more befitting her emerging nature.

    Letting out a snarl to release some of the frustration and fury that were fueling her change, Josephine flexed her arms to feel the power that were coursing through the limbs. Muscles bulged and swelled in response tearing apart the sleeves. A proper person would be horrified at such crude display, but the crude being she was becoming welcomed it.

    But more than that, she started to exalt in the pounding blood and raging fury that was filling her body. The tearing rags of clothes only delighted her in watching the pitiful garments being wreck by the mighty strength of her new form. Skin shifted into a grayish pallor to accent her truly monstrous appearance now.

    Feeling the end of it, she confidently tore aside the remains of the clothing. These things were not need by her anymore. Looking at the costumes that were left in dressing room, she chose some appropriate attire to garb herself. She then prepared to step out and show those weaklings how a monster really scares people.

    Dryka the Orc was ready to show them the true art of fear and terror.