The ScareHouse - One Shot

Hey guys, taking a break from Serina and Breanna for a week to get into the spooky season. Halloween is a great excuse to write fear wettings, and I just can’t help myself! Hope you enjoy it. By the way, Phoebe is pronounced ‘fee-bee’.

“Oh god, I’m so nervous!” Jillian jumped up and down eagerly as we approached the entrance to the ScareHouse. 

“I don’t know, last year it wasn’t even that scary” Hannah replied, annoyed. I think she was more annoyed that we had already been waiting in line for over an hour than annoyed that the house might not be scary. Admittedly, I was in a similar frame of mind. The ScareHouse was only open for 4 weeks out of the year, and in those 4 weeks, it was only open Thursday to Sunday nights. We made the mistake of coming Friday night at 10pm, which was essentially peak hour.

“Oh please, you were practically pissing your pants last year Hannah. Don’t try to act all tough now,” Megan called Hannah on her bullshit.

“Hey I wasn’t the one getting all pissy,” Hannah snapped back, and all three girls looked at me in unison. 

“What!?” I blushed, trying to stand up for myself. “It was ONE time, six years ago!”

“And we’ll never let you live it down” Jillian joked, I rolled my eyes. It was true though, unfortunately. The four of us girls have been going to ScareHouse together every year since we’ve been allowed to get in. It’s become a tradition, and part of me always thinks that it’s only become a tradition because the rest of the girls remember me peeing my pants at 13 and wanting me to do it again. There have been a few close calls admittedly, last year especially. There was this really creepy clown guy that made me push out a few spurts into my panties. Fortunately it was not enough to show through my pants, but I was nonetheless embarrassed. I even considered wearing one of my little sister's bedwetting diapers just in case, but chickened out last minute.

To add to the ridicule, it was as if their assumption about me peeing my pants made my bladder more active when in line for the house. I went pee 2 times while standing in line, and even now, as we were just about to get in, I thought I should go again, just in case…

“Phoebe where are you going? We’re just about in!” Megan asked as I tried to slip away. 

“I was going to...go pee again?” I questioned myself as I answered hers.

“Oh my god, no, you’ve peed like six times already just get in here” Hannah grabbed my wrist and yanked me back in line. 

“Yeah but, we did drink a lot before we came. You know how White Claw’s go through me!” I pleaded as the people in front of us got let in. 

“Phoebe, everything goes through you like that, that’s why you’re ‘Pee-Pee-Phoebe’!” Hannah smiled as she reminded me of the nickname I earned six years ago. I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my blushing. 

“Okay! How many, four?” The man dressed as a zombie asked us. 

“Yes, four!” Jillian replied, excited. I felt my jaw clench, and could feel my bladder seemingly filling by the second. 

“Alright, well if you would all follow me!” The zombie replied as he opened the door to the Scarehouse.

All the noise of the lobby disappeared as the door shut behind us. It was dark, but we could see the path ahead of us that we were intended to take. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and realized that all the other girls got noticeably quiet. 

My bladder pains grew. This was definitely more than just nerves, this was desperation. My nerves in realizing this just made it worse though, and I felt my body clench to prepare for any attempted escapes.

We made our way forward through the hallway towards the light. Suddenly, a dark figure walked passed the light and into shadow, and we all froze. I had to cross my legs. My heart was pounding with fear.

“Okay, they’re on another level this year” Hannah whispered.

The sound of a woman crying cut the silence from behind us, causing us all to turn. I gasped and put a hand to my crotch. Nothing yet.

“Hello again girls.” A creepy voice boomed from behind us, and we slowly turned back towards the light. And there he was. The clown. His face was covered in cracked make-up and fake blood, and I was terrified. 

All the other girls screamed and ran passed him towards the light, but I froze, unable to look away.

“Aren’t you a pretty one” he said, leaning closer to me. I could smell his breath, see his lazy eyes wander, and went pale. The blood left my head, and I felt a drop in my lower half. Before I felt the wetness, I heard the trickling. 

“Ooooh fuck yeah!” The clown broke character and stood normally. “Derek I got a wetter! That’s a $50 bonus!” 

“No way she fucking pissed herself?” a voice from behind the wall called out. The clown looked back at me, my bladder still voiding.

“Uh, she’s still going. Wanna grab a mop?” The clown called out. Finally, I came to my senses. I could feel the flow of pee down my legs, into my socks and my shoes. The puddle underneath me would make you believe I hadn’t peed since breakfast, let alone two times just before we got in. It was wet and warm, and suddenly I was a young teen again. I remembered afterwards having my mom pick me up. The look on her face when she saw me read disgusted disappointment. 

“So hey did you wanna catch up with your friends or I could let you out here?” The clown asked me.

“Just...out here…” I whispered, shaken. 

“Cool cool” the clown responded and opened a hidden door in the wall. Light bled into the dark hallway and revealed an employee room filled with zombies, monsters, and more, all staring at me. They all started clapping, but it wasn't for me. It was for the clown. He stepped into the light and took a bow, then threw his hands to me as if I was supposed to take a bow too. I just hung my head, totally embarrassed. 

“Hey sorry about that, but don’t worry! You get a free pair of ScareHouse sweatpants!” The clown handed me the pair of pants and led me to a change room. When I stepped inside, I could finally get a good look at the state I was in. I was still completely pale, and my pants were soaked. My soul finally started returning to my body, and I sighed, beginning the process of peeling off my soaked pants. 

I cringed, feeling the wet denim move across my skin, but finally got off. My panties were also soaked, but of course, there were no commemorative ScareHouse panties, so I settled for commando. When I pulled up the sweats, I realized there was writing on the back. 

“Oh my god” I whispered and moaned. The butt of the pants read “I wet my pants at the ScareHouse!”

Without another option, I gathered all my wet clothes in a ball and stepped outside. The clown was still there, and he offered me a bag to put the clothes in. I smiled and accepted, but still couldn't look at him. 

When I got out of the employee room, Jillian, Hannah and Megan were asking staff if they’d seen me. Of course, it was Hannah who saw me first.

“Oh. My. God. Guys, I found her!” Hannah said, looking smug and pointing my way. 

“HA! I knew it! You owe me a drink Megan” Jillian jumped with joy after seeing me in new clothes. 

“Yeah yeah, get your jokes out now” I tried to blow them off.

“Pee-Pee-Phoebe back in fighting form huh?” Hannah mocked.

I grimaced. Next year, I’m wearing that diaper.