Posing for photos in a photo booth was fun and all, until you heard a shriek that chilled you to your core.

You peek outside the booth curtains, to see a man drilling a chainsaw into someone's back. You hide back inside the booth, covering your mouth and closing your eyes.

Footsteps approach the booth as you pray for your life. You slowly pull your hands away and open your eyes, as you're met with the man who had just murdered someone. But honestly? He was hot.

"Oh my god!" You screamed, terrified. The booth signaled the last photo was about to be taken, as the man seemed to notice.

He swiftly climbed into the booth, kissing you on the cheek for the photo. You flinched, confused, scared, and flustered. The camera clicked, taking the photo.

"Calm down, love. I won't hurt a pretty thing like you." He smiled sincerely, appearing as calm as ever. He grabs the snapshot, holding it up to you. "We look like an adorable couple, yeah?"

You hesitated, before shakily nodding "I-I guess..?" He smiles, "Didn't I tell you to calm down?"

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pen and proceeding to write on the back of the snapshot. Presumably, his number.

He then calmly placed the photo on your lap, as his gaze lingered on your thighs. "Can't wait for my head to be between those..." He muttered, smirking. You, obviously, became flustered as he kept his cool.

Just then, police sirens were heard outside. "Hm. That's my cue to leave." He turned to leave, and stepped out of the booth, but poked his head back in after a second.

"Call me... Yeah?" He says, smiling, as he walks off, leaving you with your thoughts.