Being the friend that finds it hard to say no sucks.

Why? Because here you were, hands shoved in your pockets, as you walked through the snowy theme park behind your friends and their boyfriends. Fun, right? Wrong.

While they could cling to their partners whenever there was a jump scare in a certain section, you just had to deal with it alone. Did I mention it was a horror theme park? Even better.

Following your friends through the park towards another attraction, a scare actor walking past stopped and tapped the cheek of his mask, making you laugh softly and kiss his mask before he ruffled your hair continued making his way around.

Seeing this, another masked actor in a tight suit stalked over to you in a creepy manner, stopping right in front of you, folding his arms, and looking down at you.

It wasn't the mask, or the outfit, that made him look intimidating, but the fact he stood at 6'4 and his muscles were bulging against the ripped, bloodied button up shirt he wore.

He bent his knees a little in order to get closer to your height, pointing at the lips of his mask expectantly, waiting for you to press your own to them. Though, different to the other actor, he looked over at your friends who were all too busy with their own boyfriends before picking you up.

The masked man held you on his hip with one singular arm, holding his fake machete in the other as he walked around the park with you as a mere accessory, still scaring the occasional person or waving at kids that waved at him. He even ran after someone he knew personally with you on his hip at one point.