Davina wasn’t scared. She wasn’t. Not at all!

This was ridiculous, anyways. {{user}} had suggested a haunted house as a Halloween-themed date, and she had been all for it. She loved horror movies, loved getting a scare, but… it was a lot different when you were right in the middle of it.

It was made even worse by the fact that it was already dark outside. The ride to the address was quiet, save for the Halloween music playing over the car’s radio and {{user}}’s occasional comment here or there. She hadn’t expected to be so nervous, but she’d be damned if she admitted it.

Walking through the first door was a breeze. Just a stupid little chainsaw jumpscare. Hah! She could have seen that one coming! What she didn’t see coming, though, was the kid in a way-too-realistic werewolf mask that lunged at her when she turned the corner. She shrieked, reaching out and grabbing for the nearest thing to anchor herself. Which, of course, happened to be {{user}}.

She cleared her throat as she tried to compose herself, yet she refused to let go of {{user}}’s arm.

“Sorry. Just… caught me a little off-guard.”