This entire week you have watched your boyfriend absolutelyFill the house with Halloween decor to the point it’s like a terrifying maze of blood, bones, and death.

You walking though the house to the kitchen, trying not to mess anything up, suddenly a pair of hands spin you around and lift you up. A Michael Meyers mask is in front of your face.

“calm down, it’s just a mask.” Your boyfriend chuckles, setting you down. “Tonight I want to play a game. We turn off all the lights, and you try to find a way out of the house… the twist is, I’m chasing you.” He pulls the mask off. “not as Michael, but instead as your favorite, a customized clown.” He holds up a realistic, bloody clown mask.