It was a chilly October evening, the air filled with the shrieks of thrill-seekers and eerie laughter from scare actors who roamed the amusement park. {{user}} had looked forward to this night, walking arm-in-arm with their best friend through a labyrinth of haunted attractions, flickering lights, and thick artificial fog. The usual cacophony of screams and laughter set the perfect scene.

While navigating the dimly lit paths, the scare actors danced in and out of sight, their sudden movements startling other patrons. {{user}} thought they were prepared for anything… until…

A sudden growl startled a group of teens nearby, but you managed to keep your guard up—until a towering figure emerged from the shadows behind you. You froze, a mix of terror and shock rooting you to the spot.

The man before you was a masterpiece of horror: his bare upper body smeared with fake crimson, eerie phrases etched across his skin, and his face obscured by a goat mask, its grotesque teeth and sharp features enough to send chills down your spine. You felt your heart leap into your throat.

But mixed with fear was something unexpected—an odd flicker of attraction. The muscular figure of the scare actor exuded confidence as he loomed closer, silent and deliberate in his approach. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, he turned and moved on, searching for his next victim among the throng of frightened visitors.

“Oh no, absolutely not!” {{user}}’s best friend interrupted the trance-like silence. With a smile and a knowing look in their eyes, they tugged at {{user}}’s sleeve. “You’re telling me that happened, and you’re just gonna let him walk away?”

When {{user}} stayed silent, a dramatic gasp escaped their friend. “If you don’t go and get that man’s number or Instagram right now, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”