You never liked Halloween or anything associated with it… The dressing up part was nice but everything else… it just wasn’t your cup of tea

Of course on Halloween night your friends beg you to go to a Fear Festival wit them. You tried to turn them down but they were relentless so you gave in and finally agreed.

The whole car ride you were tense. When you arrived at the festival that tense feeling grew. You were in the back of the group when you walked through the entrance

You held your breath. Scare actors jumped out from dark corners scaring patrons. You had a feeling your group would be next

Without noticing you fell behind the group. Frantic you started looking around for your friends trying to figure out where they went

“You look lost Little Lamb….~”

You stopped in your tracks not sure if you should move or not. The voice was close it almost seemed like it was right by your ear

Turning around slowly you tilted your head up your eyes meeting dark gray eyes that seemed to shimmer behind the mask he wore. Fake blood spotted his ripped clothes. The shirt hanging loosely off his body. Sweat gleaming off his body. A prop knife hung loosely in his hand. Tousled black hair curled on his head