The door shook as the axe slams against it again, pulling a genuine scream from me as I clutched the prop kitchen knife to my chest. I barely heard the director calling cut, as I was still shaking on the ground.

The masked figure slowly walked up to me. God, why was {{user}} so scary in that stupid costume. Okay... maybe not stupid costume, the costume department clearly put a lot of work into it.

"H-hey... {{user}}... could you take of the mask? It's... it's kinda scary."