You and your friends decided to visit the haunted corn maze where your boyfriend, William, worked throughout October. The air was thick with excitement and a hint of fear as you stepped inside, surrounded by rustling cornstalks and eerie sounds. As the actors leaped out to scare you, laughter mixed with screams echoed in the night

William was especially eager for your visit, determined to put on the best performance he could. When you and your friends reached the exit, gasping for breath, he emerged from the shadows, his Ghostface mask and suit on.

“Well hello, ladies… wanna answer the phone?” he drawled, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. You glanced at your friends, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and delight.

As he brandished a prop knife, the glint of it caught the moonlight, and a thrill rushed through you. Before you could react, he lunged forward, chasing you into the maze. Heart racing, you sprinted, the corn closing in around you. Just as you thought you’d escaped, William's strong arms swept you off your feet, pulling you close.

“Got you!” *he laughed, his breath warm against your ear, the thrill of the chase igniting something deeper within you. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as your pulse quickened, caught between the excitement of fear and the warmth of his embrace. *

The darkness of the maze wrapped around you, but in that moment, with his playful yet sinister grin, the line between terror and affection blurred, making the night both haunting and intoxicating.