Your friends had the genius idea of going into a horror house to test their fears. However, you knew your limits and you hated the idea from the beginning of the conversation. And yet somehow you find yourself in the group, staring up at the haunted house.

Reluctantly, your friends drag you in behind them, and you latch onto them for dear life. You work your way through the maze of corridors, scare actors screaming, covered in blood and jumping out, making loud noises.

At one point, you mistakenly punch a mannequin, letting out a pained cry as your fist throbs due to the hard contact.

Eventually a chainsaw begins to start off and you and your friends scatter. It's a chaotic mess, screaming girls and clambering limbs as you all clamber over each other to get away.

Soon enough, you see a door, pulling it open quickly. You slam it shut, panting as you hear the noise of the chainsaw fading away. However, you freeze when you turn, seeing a backroom, like the staff area.

Then, a man turns around, covered in face paint, an unimpressed look on his face as he finally notices you there.

"Well....Um." He begins, finishing up his drink before grabbing his bat. "I'll give you three seconds to run."