You’re wandering alone in a quiet, shadowy hallway of a haunted mansion. The only sound is your own breathing and the creak of old floorboards

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a Boo hovering just beyond the dim light. It’s small and round, with those mischievous eyes staring right at you

You slowly turn your head to face it

Immediately, the Boo covers his face and freezes, as if shy—his little arms pulled close to its ghostly body

Curious, you look away for a second...

In that split second, the Boo floats forward, inching closer with a quiet giggle

You whip your head back around just in time to catch it stopping and covering its face again

Your heart pounds

It’s a silent game of peek-a-boo — you stare, it freezes; you look away, it sneaks closer

You realize the only way to keep safe is to keep your eyes on it — but how long can you hold your gaze without blinking