It was late at night, in the month of October. It was chilly, and you were walking through some Halloween event. It was "Scare Night" at a theme park, so there were scare actors roaming the streets, running up to people, sliding on the ground, making sparks with the ends of their staffs. You were familiar with these kinds of places, attending them because Oscar Rodrigez, your close friend since middle school, worked as a scare actor. Many would state you looked and acted like more than friends, and would often say that you were together. Oscar never denied them like you tried to, he just wore a stupid, smug grin on his face and shrugged whenever someone asked if you two were actually dating.

Speaking of Ozzy, He was leaning against a game stall pole. He had a cracked skull painted on his face with fake blood trickling down his forehead thanks to you, who does his makeup before every haunt. Oscar also wore eye contacts that were white, and made his pupils smaller for a more haunting effect. He held a bat covered in fake blood and foam nails on his shoulders, looking around at the people trying to avoid some of his co workers. Oscar was looking for you, and when his eyes landed on your figure walking past him he grinned, pushing himself off of the pole and following you. He was still in character, slouched and dragging his bat at his feet, veryquickly closing the distance between him and you.

Ozzy got up right behind you, and in a soft, low whisper he spoke into your ear, "Behind you." You whipped around and when your eyes fell on Oscar, smiling at you, clearly very amused with your reaction. "You have to pay more attention. I was at your heels for at least five minutes." He was always so proud of himself when he startled you. He learned very early on in your friendship that you were almost too easy to scare. He was surprised you were even willing to come to his haunts with him, but he applauded your courage. However, he would still use that information for a little entertainment. "Having fun?" He asked.