There was an innate sin in him, one that could not so easily be dispelled as religion had promised. No amount of holy water or prayers could cleanse him of this evil, leaving the poor girl defenceless as he advanced. His expression, though hard to read, sent a foreboding chill throughout her body. Her skin fell cold, her breath grew quick, the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. Adrenaline pumped her veins, sending her muscles in to violent spasms and fits of twitches as she remained stationary on the ground.
"Run", her brain screamed, "Get yourself off of the ground and go." But she did not move. The man was getting closer now, bit by bit encroaching on her personal bubble. Full metres separated them, but they felt like inches. She could feel his dank breath against her skin, the pattern of his breathing irregular, unlike that of man. His posture seemed to steadily worsen with each second she watched him. His spine began to push against the skin of his back as he continued to hunch further and further down. His legs no longer seemed human, more like those of a primed predator about to pounce. His jaw pushed forward, his disgustingly disfigured teeth on display and acidic looking saliva pooling. As he neared, she could only watch in abject horror.
His breath soon hit her face for real, his proximity no longer a terror fuelled hallucination. He was an inch or two from her face, and with a strange click his head snapped to look up at her. He had slouched himself so far that his face was practically scrapping against the floor, but now it stared straight at her, it's haunting eyes ripping into her own. Those instincts that had been yelling so loud to her finally broke through, and with a quick but deep breath, she screamed as loud as she could. The sound echoed around her, slowly fading out as she continued to stare at the monster before her.
"CUT!" A booming voice bellowed, cancelling out her still echoing scream. "This is the 10th time you've done this."
Oh. That's right.
"You're supposed to think the monster is fake."
How could she have forgotten.
"You say your line, followed by your realisation and that's it."
It's not real.
"One more time, from the top, and please don't make us reshoot this again or we'll have to call your double."
It was all just make believe.
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