When fun becomes anything but, then questions need to be asked, though if the truth goes unseen can any questions be asked at all? A certain person by the name Alex Grady, was a man who had a plan. He was a man who had a dream; he had a vision, and this vision became a reality but is this reality the same thing as what he once had intended it to be?

This dream, this vision was to create a funhouse for an older crowd, he went and had such a place built. Mazes of funky mirrors that distort the view of the onlooker, plastic balls of all sizes, the larger of which by design made adults feel small and childlike, climbing areas with safety precautions, for even adults need to play safely, large slides and the likes make 'Happy Grady's Funhouse' one heck of a play zone for grown-ups.

Now there is nothing naughty going on inside this place, no adult only kind of games allowed at all. The sole intention of 'Grady's Funhouse' is to deliver a place where grown-up can come to be anything but grown-up, a place where they can be child-like for the duration of their stay. This was and is Alex Grady's wish and intention or so it may have once seemed. Unfortunately, however not everyone who finds themselves inside this funhouse will have themselves some fun; some won't have any fun at all, and some once inside may never get to come back out.

Alisha Adams awoke in a place not being the one where she had last laid down to rest. She was on a bed, a king-size bed, a queen-sized bed for maybe it was a bed intended for a queen or a princess. Whatever the intended feeling with which such a bed had been built for was, it did not have its desired effect on this particular occasion. This royal sized bed dressed in pink and white is in a rather large room, a room which looked as much as if it belonged in a life-sized doll's house.

Lighting all around her was and is dimmed and Alisha herself is fully clothed. Almost as soon as she awoke, Alisha knew she was not where she should be. She had no idea that she was in a place intended for fun. Despite the low-level lighting, it is clear to see the pink head-boarding and the yellow and white striped wallpaper all around the room. This room though, this whole room looked just a little too creepy to be in any way fun, at least this is how it looked to Alisha.

'Hello?' her voice echoed with a slight tremor as she cautiously made her way off the bed.

Everything seemed to be in order within her own person. Alisha was and is in no way hurt or harmed. How she came to be in this place, Alisha had no idea. She would soon be hit with a feeling, a sense that she is not alone.

'Hello ...' she calls out once more, but her voice continues to echo.

Alisha doesn't make it more than a few feet when she came to be startled, startled by a laugh which echoes out just like her own voice had, a fake sounding short bursting repeating laugh that makes Alisha jump and shriek. A small wind-up toy clown had been set off, by whom or by what is unknown. It moves along a dresser top only a few feet away, before its movement comes to a halt though its laugh continues.

'Where the hell am I?' she asks herself once she has calmed down, if any kind of calming down can be done at all given the circumstances.

All Alisha could do at this particular moment in time was to begin to wander and try to find out what the hell was happening to her. That sense of not being alone grew the more she investigated her surroundings. It was obvious by this point that she was in some sort of playhouse, some sort of fun house, a life-sized dolls house bedroom, though this moment she found herself in is in no way fun.

The large room Alisha had awoken in seemed to have only one exit, so she made her way to it and through it. This exit would also be an entrance, an exit taking her out of a doll house, an entrance bringing Alisha into a darkened room, a darker room than which she came, a room filled with odd mirrors she could best describe as being ... funky. These funky mirrors reflect the same thing in different ways, distorting whatever they come into contact with.

The thoughts of having to move alone through this room made Alisha's heart quicken. How? Why? Where? All unanswerable questions though a dark room full of mirrors await. Tall mirrors, thin mirrors, short and fat mirrors, Alisha most definitely did not and could not see the fun side of what these mirrors do. If anything, they heighten the fear she already feels. This darkened room would also be scattered with cat's eyes lights, small red lights which would lead a way through the room via the longest way round or through the rows of mirrors.

Can you imagine being in Alisha's position? Waking in this place and moving into such a room as she has, how would you react? Would you be calm? Most probably not, so can you put yourself in her shoes? Feel her confusion? Feel her fear?

Alisha moved through this room of distorted mirrors slowly, hoping more so than believing it would lead her to a way out of this place unharmed. She followed the path of lights and as she did so she tried not to focus on those mirrors though this is easier said than done. The reflections made it so much more difficult to find any sort of calmness, the reflections made her flinch, they made her jump. The mirrors frightened her. The reflections frighten her. Everything about this whole situation frightens her.

There is no rational reasoning for Alisha to find herself in this position. It doesn't make sense, this is no set up, she is sure of that. The recent college semester may have come to an end, but Alisha had no plans in joining any party and she had not gone anywhere different to where she always has been used to going. Where she did want to go, more than anywhere else, was home to be with her mum and younger sister, she had been missing them both a lot lately, but home was so far away.

College was too far away from home for her to make a round trip wit an allowance for some quality time with her mum and sister before college would be due to restart. The cost of such a trip is too pricy as well though she still had her shifts down at the local café to attend to. This place however, the building she currently is inside of, Alisha does not know where this place is, no idea as to if this place is anywhere near her college or that café where she works and if she cannot get out of this place then there would be no college, no café, and no home to worry about at all.

Having made it past these unnerving mirrors, Alisha would find another exit which would be an entrance of a sort. This doorway leads to a rather short hallway. At the end of this hallway would be and is a rope knotted netting spanning the width and height of the wall it rests in front of. Up above this netting is an upper-level walkway with yet another door.

Now, does Alisha climb this netting and continue to move forward? Does she make her way back to where she started and wait? Wait to see what might happen? What would she do that? Can a way out of this place be found? If it is to be found, then surely, she must climb this netting and continue to move.

There is still that sense, a feeling that there is someone else around, watching, observing, waiting. What if moving forward leads to a danger? What if staying where she is or going back to where she awoke, is something that leads to danger? Alisha wants out, there is no fun for her in this house so forward and upwards it is.

Alisha has always been outgoing, she loves the outdoors, she generally loves physical activities so climbing the netting is not a problem and up she goes quite easily, thing is though, Alisha is not currently outdoors. The outdoors is somewhere she badly wants to get to.

Having climbed the rope and gone through the most recent of doors she has come to, Alisha still finds herself still on an upper platform and there is only one way down on the side she has come to be at. She may have climbed a thirty-foot rope netting with ease, though the way down on this side of the doorway she walked through is so much simpler, for Alisha stands atop a rather large slide at the bottom of which is a room full of large multi-coloured plastic balls. If it weren't for how Alisha came to be in this place, she may actually enjoy being here.

With what lay before her, Alisha briefly considered turning back, for from where she stood there seemed to be no further means by which she could leave the room. There only appeared to be the door from which she had entered. She wants out of this place so she would take that one-way trip down and investigate. She couldn't help looking around as she positioned herself at the top of that slide. It still appeared as if she was alone, but it most definitely did not feel that way. If anything, that feeling of being watched had intensified.

It wouldn't take much more than a couple of seconds for Alisha to reach the bottom of that slide. She would float around on the plastic balls for a moment or two considering her options and that is if she had any options at all. Before she could consider doing anything, something grabbed her right ankle. Her eyes opened wide as she screamed in panic. Something or someone pulled her under those plastic balls.

There was little if anything that Alisha could do to remain above the plastic playhouse balls. Pretty soon she was gone. Who or what dragged her beneath? Would she survive? Who if anyone, had been watching her?

Alex Grady may have created a funhouse but what kind of fun had he truly intended it to be used for? What Alisha Adams experienced was a horror and who can say that it isn't one she still is experiencing?