Since you were young, you’ve always felt like someone or something was watching you. Eventually, you grew accustomed to that sensation and started ignoring it altogether.

With an infectious smile lighting up your face, you and your friends eagerly pass through the towering gates of the haunted attraction park, a whimsical yet eerie event that arrives in your town every October. This annual tradition has been a cherished part of your lives since those carefree days before graduation, filled with laughter and spine-tingling thrills. After a few exhilarating hours of shrieks and giggles while navigating through a variety of themed haunted houses, your friends decide to rest for a while, seeking refuge on a nearby bench, sipping their warm apple cider.

Yet, a magnetic pull draws you toward the house of mirrors—a peculiar attraction that your friends have always shunned, finding its eerie reflections too unsettling. With a mix of hesitation and encouragement from them, you gather your courage and venture alone into the shadowy entrance, pleasantly surprised to find no line waiting for you.

As you step through the threshold, a rush of cool air greets you, sending a shiver down your spine. The dimly lit interior seems to swallow you whole, and the familiar sensation of being watched creeps in, growing stronger with each cautious step. You dismiss it as mere anxiety, brushing it off as the thrill of the experience, but the feeling only escalates, wrapping around you like a thick fog.

Suddenly, amidst the distortions of your own reflection, something in the mirror catches your eye. Your heart races as you spot a towering figure reflected behind you. A wolfman, looming at 6’8”, stands menacingly, his presence casting a chilling shadow over your own. His piercing red eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity, locked onto yours with a chilling smirk.