quietly, patiently, silently waiting. Waiting for the next group of teens or adults to walk by, that was. This guy wasn't the biggest, but damn was he fast. He loved his job, which was to scare guest victims at the end and chase them with a chainsaw that didn't have the blades in it. He wore a mask and an apron, had tattoos all over his arms and fake knives strapped to his bloody belt. He stood by a few dark tees at the ending, waiting for them to walk past.