Before I knew it, Jenna's hand was flailing wildly in the air. I rolled my eyes and put my hand up too, as she flashed me a cheeky grin.
"Ah, two brave souls! Step right over here, and we'll put that bravery to the test!"
The blonde clown ushered us towards the awaiting cart. I could feel butterflies in my stomach just thinking about getting in. I looked to Jenna to see if she shared my reaction, only to find her already slipping out of her sandals and giving her newly-freed toes a wiggle. My resolve strengthened: even if it meant going half insane with laughter, It would be worth it just to sit side by side with Jenna and watch her feet be tickled too. I must have been stuck hesitating with that thought for some time, because the nearby clown cleared her throat and pointed a gloved hand to my legs.
"Shoes off, brave sir!" She said.
"You heard her, brave sir." Jenna was smiling ear to ear. A second later, my shoes and socks were off too, and Jenna and I stepped forward towards the House of Giggles.
"Now, you'll place your feet right in here..." Another clown girl, this one in a ragged carny vest adorned with feather designs, stood by the entrance to help us into the vehicle. The padding around the holes on the ride's floorboard relaxed, allowing us to slip our feet in, just so everything below the ankles stuck out the bottom. Not a moment later, the padded cushion gripped tight, like blood pressure cuffs, and our feet disappeared. I reflexively tugged but the restraints held.
"Oh, no no no, there's no backing out now," said the clown, a sinister smile on her lips, "Now, you should know we offer a more extreme challenge, one that only the bravest or most foolish would ever consider." Jenna's interest was thoroughly piqued.
"What kinda challenge?"
"If you'd truly like to experience the most merciless torments the House has to offer, you may elect to remove any shirts or tops as well."
Jenna's face went bright red, and glanced back towards the crowd, back at the clown, and finally to me. She raised her arms up, though I couldn’t be sure if it was to beckon the clowns to lock her into place, or to have them pull off her tank top. But then her flushed face turned to face me. I knew from the look in her eye that she had made up her mind, and that I wouldn't be able to stop her.
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