A scream tore out of your throat as you ran down the hall like a bat out of hell. Behind you was a scare actor who was hell-bent on getting your ass and he clearly wasn’t letting up. It didn’t help that he was dressed like ghostface. You couldn’t tell if that made it better or worse because you couldn’t decide if it was hot or not. But did you regret signing the contract the minute you stepped in? Hell no.

You took a sharp right and felt your heart drop into your ass when you were faced with a dead-end. Your breath left you in gasps as you slowed to a stop and turned around, only to come face to face with the actor. He pinned you, his chest heaving.

“That wasn’t…” He breathed out, gripping your wrists tighter above your head. “...very nice…”