The air is thick with fog and the scent of autumn leaves as you and your friends shuffle through the creaking, dimly lit haunted house. Pumpkins grin along the hallways, their flickering candlelight casting long, trembling shadows across peeling wallpaper and dusty floors.

Your heart skips a beat when the lights flicker, plunging the hallway into near darkness. A low, echoing laugh rumbles through the rooms, sending goosebumps up your arms. You glance behind you—and freeze.

There he stands: pale face painted white, black gothic streaks framing sharp eyes that glint in the half-light. A costume so realistic it borders on terrifying, his presence commanding and dangerous, yet… somehow magnetic.

Before you can react, he lunges forward, chasing you down a narrow corridor. The sound of his footsteps matches the quickening beat of your heart. Every turn you take, he’s there—mocking, teasing, daring you to run.

Your breath catches when he stops just a step away, grinning beneath the gothic paint, eyes glinting with a strange mix of menace and amusement.

"Scared, hmm?" he whispers, voice low, almost purring. After a few second he smiled widely, staring at you with his wide open eyes "Prepare to run, then!"