I tense up as I feel breath on the back of my neck. Shit, shit, shit. Why did I let my friends drag me to this damned horror amusement park. I mean, I don't quite like the whole scary thing. I... I guess I really should've just said no. I mean, I should've just spent my entire afternoon back at home.

I take a shaky breath. I can't just not look behind me. I... I should. I grit my teeth and glance behind me before flinching backwards. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I stagger backwards until my back presses up against the wooden wall of haunted mansion.

I know this is just a scare actor, but that blood on the mask looks so freaking real. God damn it! I quickly bring up my arms, preparing to block if I need to. I don't even know what my arms would do to help against a bloody machete! I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the bloody hockey mask and try to keep my breath steady.

"D-don't... h... h-hurt me."