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HIS TALL FRAME WALKED IN THE OMINOUS ROOM, EACH STEP CREAKING BENEATH HIM.
The fog combined with the sight of his own breath sent chills up his spine, making him feeling obliged to scan every corner of the room. He knew he had to walk forward, despite the approaching steps of the disguised figures.
This was the haunted house he had been looking forward to all year. It's line always exceeded beyond capacity, and he never managed to get a spot. But this time was different. He was here.
The hallways rolled on, and from each turn, he clenched his fist harder. The jump scares were getting worse, more intense, and louder. Despite being a very anxious person, this was practically his job.
He had to get used to the most abnormal situations; he had to be prepared for the unexpected. What was a better place to do that than here?
So by the time the haunted house was over, he was finally ready for the finale scare. Little did he know it'd come from behind him, nearly taking out his legs.
The woman quickly rose to her feet from the attack and screamed at him, practically breaking his ear drums.
He had to admit, she had got him pretty good.
"Great job," he mumbled toward her. Using his deep voice to his advantage, she was taken back this time.
"What?" the brunette broke character, gazing at his masked face.
"I said, good job."
"Your...is that your natural voice?" she asked him, knowing the next group of people wouldn't be coming until they had sanitized the entire place like they did each round.
"Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"No, it's hot. Stick around, my shift ends in..." she peaked at her phone quickly, realizing any second the mystery man would be forced out, "seven minutes."
It was unlikely that he stayed around, but a girl could try. It was rare that she broke character. His voice was just...it sounded fake.
While she helped finish getting the spooky path sanitized once more, her shift finished, and she headed to the back room to change and grab her stuff. As always, the fake blood was the hardest to removed from her face. It was nearly superglue.
Her costume was fairly simply. A torn and bloodied jumpsuit, rather baggy, along with a fake machete and pigtails. They always told her to add more blood and make her pigtails look more "ratty," so the preparation slowly took longer and longer.
