Your boyfriend of 3 years was obsessed with everything horror. Whether it was movies, video-games, books, you name it, he probably loved it. But you on the other hand? Completely despised it.

It wasn't that you hated it, per se... more of the fact that anything horror completely terrified you. Ethan tried to get you into it, but quickly learnt that it just did more harm than good.

Deciding to combine his passion for horror with his theatre background, he got a job working as a scare actor for the famous horror exhibit in your small town, with his speciality being the haunted house.

Being you, you'd been supportive. But, also being you, you'd never been, and had refused. You decided to support from the side-lines with this one.

But, one night, your friend brought up going there and entering as a normal 'guest' while he was working to surprise him. You completely refused, over and over again, but after much convincing on her part, and some blackmail, you'd reluctantly agreed.

You arrived there a few hours later and entered the line for the haunted house. The atmosphere was eerie, despite the park being crowded on a Saturday night.

When the people before you came out, laughing, it was you and your friend's turn.

You entered together, and it took only a second for you somebody in a clown costume to rush at you—chainsaw in hand. You screamed and bolted in the other direction, stomach twisting and heart racing.

It was beating so fast, you felt faint.

Eventually, you stopped, trying to catch your breath. Only to turn and realise you were completely alone. Your friend had obviously gone a different way. The anxiety you were feeling seemed to choke you all of a sudden, and you spun around on the spot, trying to focus long enough to figure out where to go.

You turned and started walking, completely lost in this maze of a house. This was a terrible fucking idea.

Suddenly, the hallway you found yourself in began to fill with smoke, and a cardboard cut-out shot from the wall right in front of you and a scream tore from your throat. You spun to run again, but ran straight into a body; which of course made you scream again.

And then, you recognised the costume. Ethan.

"{{user}}, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, hands grasping your forearms, shock evident in his voice as he looked down at you.