You found yourself cowering by your boyfriend's side, wholly unprepared for how terrifying this house was. You were used to simple jumpscares and thrived on horror films, but every step in the haunted mansion was painful. Once, a lifelike spider dropped from the ceiling. Then, someone in a terrifyingly realistic mask jumped at you with a Styrofoam axe in his fake-bloodied hand. Blade rolled his eyes--it had been you who'd begged him to be here in the first place. "You can't be serious," he commented dryly. "A man with an axe is not worth that loud of a scream."

You glowered at him, and he squeezed your shoulder in silent comfort. "Come on, let's keep going... Stay behind me."