The first mistake was entering the House.
The second was letting them know I liked it.
There are rules here.
Don’t wander from the marked path.
Don’t open locked doors.
Don’t speak to the freaks.
And whatever you do, don’t let them learn your name.
I break every fucking one.
Now the doors won’t open, my name is being whispered through the walls, and three men who were never supposed to touch the guests have decided I’m the most interesting thing that’s ever wandered into their cage.
They call themselves freaks. Monsters. Abominations.
But monsters are supposed to disgust you.
They’re not supposed to make your pulse race when they corner you. They’re not supposed to
recognize the ugly things buried inside you. And they sure as fuck aren’t supposed to make you
wonder whether being ruined might finally feel like being wanted.
Everyone outside these walls would tell me to run. They don’t understand.
The House doesn’t frighten me anymore.
It feels like home.
So lock the fucking doors. Turn off the lights. Let the freaks come out to play.
Because if they think I’m trapped inside their nightmare, they’re about to discover something far worse.
I’m exactly the kind of fucked-up thing they’ve been waiting for.
Welcome to the House of Freaks.
Please keep your hands inside the attraction.
The monsters bite back.
The second was letting them know I liked it.
There are rules here.
Don’t wander from the marked path.
Don’t open locked doors.
Don’t speak to the freaks.
And whatever you do, don’t let them learn your name.
I break every fucking one.
Now the doors won’t open, my name is being whispered through the walls, and three men who were never supposed to touch the guests have decided I’m the most interesting thing that’s ever wandered into their cage.
They call themselves freaks. Monsters. Abominations.
But monsters are supposed to disgust you.
They’re not supposed to make your pulse race when they corner you. They’re not supposed to
recognize the ugly things buried inside you. And they sure as fuck aren’t supposed to make you
wonder whether being ruined might finally feel like being wanted.
Everyone outside these walls would tell me to run. They don’t understand.
The House doesn’t frighten me anymore.
It feels like home.
So lock the fucking doors. Turn off the lights. Let the freaks come out to play.
Because if they think I’m trapped inside their nightmare, they’re about to discover something far worse.
I’m exactly the kind of fucked-up thing they’ve been waiting for.
Welcome to the House of Freaks.
Please keep your hands inside the attraction.
The monsters bite back.