You hated scary things, especially the places set up on Halloween.

But this year, your friends had begged you to go all summer when it hit Halloween. You were extremely hesitant on it, but you went nonetheless.

Now as you stand behind a barrier, watching some scare-actors go by jumping at some people to frighten them. One passes by with a gas mask on his face and a pickaxe - blood splattered all over himself.

You found yourself blending into the crowd on purpose, trying not to be in the front of the barrier.

Yet you seemed to catch his eye, and he stood at the barrier and pointed at you, gesturing you toward him with his finger. He didn't speak - he wasn't allowed to, it was against the rules.

Slowly approaching the barrier, you looked up at the man in costume. He could tell this was not your sort of thing.

He taps his cheek, as if expecting a kiss on it. Not what you were expecting.