Bright, strobing lights flash above him, and cheesy haunted house music pours out of the haunted attraction. Mixed in with terrified screams and people laughing and shrieking, the haunted house is extremely popular tonight. Mostly filled with teens or young adults looking for something to do over the weekend, Keegan hid in the shadows, his gaze never leaving one particular person as they round out of the indoor part, stepping into the haunted corn maze.

Grinning under the balaclava, almost all of Keegan's face is hidden under the fabric of the mask. Save for his eyes, which the blue seems to flash dangerously as the lights shine all around. He's pressed against a haybale, leaning casually against it as the groups walk in and out of the maze. Scaring in the haunted house is fun, but Keegan preferred the openness of the outdoor maze; it gave more room for the chase. And scaring those big, beefed up assholes who swear they aren't scared, or the women who cower and shriek, shrinking into their group of friends, was the most fun Keegan has had in years.

Twirling his old knife around in his hand, the tip of it spinning gently on the tip of his forefinger, Keegan heard the approaching footsteps easily; a tip from his old military days. With his grin growing larger, he stepped out from the shadows, dressed in all black, like a walking shadow himself. As soon as his eyes landed on you, he felt something other than the usual excitement he got from scaring people silly. Lust. Power. A thrill unlike anything he's felt before. Instantly, the desire to chase gave into his veins, and a low growl emits from his throat. Stalking forward, he comes up to you, walking forward until your back hits the haybale behind. Pressed against the scratchy surface, his eyes glowed with excitement as he stares up and down your body.

"Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" A rough whisper left his lips, his breath warm against the balaclava. His eyes, almost dark now, stare into yours as both hands are on either side, trapping you in this spot.