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Ram and I walked side by side to the 'madhouse'. Remove the chilling screams and SFX, and one would say we're casually strolling in the park.
"GRAAAAAWWWRRR!" A woman in a bloody tattered white hospital gown growled and tried to reach us from the makeshift jail. Her hair is all over her face, covered in what seemed like coagulated blood. I can say I'm impressed with the makeup and prosthetics.
"You know what, these people should stop presenting mental illness as horrifying. It just causes the stigma to worsen." Ram said, eyeing the area with obvious distaste.
"I agree. Maybe they should just stick with white lady and haunted dolls," I said.
Ram laughed nervously, "I'm scared of dolls."
I looked at him in surprise, "For real?"
He laughed again, and ran his hand through his hair, as if shy of this revelation. "Yeah. Not really to the point that I'd hyperventilate or collapse. But if I would choose between a haunted house with terrifying mythical creatures and that with bloody possessed dolls... I'll gladly choose the first."
I chuckled.
"How about you, what scares you?"
I thought for a bit, "Many things I guess." A dismembered hand fell from overhead. I made a mental note to search online later on how to make realistic hand props.
"Enumerate one."
A bald man wearing a blue overalls appeared. He's neat, except that his face is skull-like. His eyes are staring, with dark bags underneath them, and black teeth showing from his thin, chapping lips. His skin, to my amazement, looks waxy and slimy. Exceptional prosthetics, again.
Ram casually motioned for the man to move to the side for he's blocking our way. He looked shocked being considered this way, but nonetheless he went to the dark side of the room.
"What scares me most?" I thought for a while. "To not be remembered, I guess."
A loud groan issued from our left. A woman emerged, holding a bloody teddy bear, with a knife struck on her forehead. Wow.
We passed by her.
"What if... ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred years from now, there's nothing here on Earth left that will remind a Sue Ramirez existed?" I shivered. "I don't want to know."
"That's Life, Sue. We will all disappear somehow, but if ever we will have children and they will have their own children and their own children will have their own... and it will go on like that... Maybe we won't really cease to exist. Our DNA will remain on earth." He laughed softly.
"True, though." I smiled. "But still... I'm afraid of nonexistence. How about you?"
"Me?" He chuckled. "I'm afraid of forgetting, Sue. I want to remember everything. Little moments. Like this."
