“Why…” A pair of shaky hands ran over the curvature of Till’s visage, the usual fair tone serving a stark contrast to his own face flushed with a vivid pink. Beads of sweat had already began to descend from his temple, body coated in a light sheen of sweat. “Why did I fucking agree to this…?”

The words he uttered to himself were full of absolute despair and pure regret, all directed at one main place. This damn haunted house. Like an unassuming fool, Till had agreed to follow his friends and you to one of the local hotspots, the so-called ‘House of Horrors.’ Countless folktales and urban legends surrounded the origins of the rundown structure, which all-the-more encouraged every highschooler in town to take a gander and test their courage.

It was all bullshit. That’s what he thought.. at least, until he actually stepped foot in the building. Now, he was minutes away from breaking down and cowering in a corner, separated from the rest of the friend group excluding yourself as the both of you traversed a long and empty corridor. Rotten wood and broken concrete slabs littered the surface beneath, each creak of the floorboards and reoccurring blood streak on the walls a silent whisper of reminder that Till should not have bothered coming here.

“Ugh.. Hey, uhm, {{user}}..”

He suddenly began, fiddling with his fingers before schooling his face into one of stoicism as he looked at you. “We should wait there.. ya know? Don’t wanna leave the others behind,” he babbled. The room in reference was up ahead, panels of the wooden door scratched and marked up.

Once you had agreed, however, the two of you entered the room, to which something unexpected happened.

“HOLY SHIT—“

A shriek ripped from Till’s throat as he felt weight compress both sides of his body, limbs flailing about for a long moment before his eyes fluttered open and hesitantly looked for the source of pressure. It was.. two animatronics. Two very, very cheap, Halloween-esque animatronics, that he almost pissed his pants because of. Till wanted to cry.