“Pssh, this’ll be nothing for me,” Greg said confidently.
“Don’t worry, I promise you, I’ll have you scared by the end of this,” Chris retorted.
Greg hated Halloween. It was his least favorite holiday. Not because he hated the horror aspect in general, but because he had everyone convinced he was fearless when he wasn’t. And everybody wants to scare the tough guy.
He had been building up this reputation since he changed schools. Greg was known as a wimp in middle school, but his family moved to a new town just before high school and Greg thought that would be the perfect time to reinvent himself. Fearless Greg.
He had managed to avoid doing anything too nerve-racking for the first couple years by making up excuses to get out of horror movies or scary events, building his reputation by word of mouth alone. But this Halloween, his luck had run out, and he stood with his friend Chris at the entrance to a haunted house.
“This festival always has the best haunted houses,” explained Chris.
Greg looked at the dark entrance in awe. He had stalled as long as he could, convincing Chris to look around and get food first, hoping the haunted house would close early, but he wasn’t so lucky. Greg was terrified, but he had snagged a metal knife from their meal and left it in his pocket for protection. He knew it was silly and unnecessary, but it calmed him slightly.
They stepped in as a pair. As they walked, Greg’s feigned confidence slowly became real. The plastic creatures and animatronics were hardly scary, almost humorously bad. The few jump scares from real people were obvious as they approached, leaving Greg unaffected.
He was enjoying himself right up until the red-gloved hand came from behind a curtain and grabbed Chris by the hair.
“AHH! Oh, hahah, hey look, they got me!” Chris mocked.
Greg laughed cautiously. This wasn’t as telegraphed as the rest of the house. Then a second hand with a blade came out stabbed Chris in the neck. Blood streamed and Chris’s eyes rolled back.
With no hesitation, Greg screamed and ran. He tore through the house, praying he’d find the exit, but the twists and turns left him discombobulated. Rounding yet another corner, he stopped in his tracks.
A man blocked his path. Tall. Black suit. Red gloves. Bloodied. A devilish grin. He stepped toward Greg.
Greg, frenzied and fearing for his life, sprinted at the man, pulling the knife out of his pocket, and dug it deep into the man’s eye. He dropped in an instant, blood gushing and covering Greg. He had no control anymore. His legs carried him mindlessly until finally he stumbled out through the house exit.
“Holy shit, Greg, are you alright?”
Silently, Greg looked up from the ground to see Chris, wiping fake blood from his neck and holding a blade. From here, obviously retractable.
Greg looked down at his bloody hands and wept.
"Pssh นี้จะไม่มีอะไรสำหรับฉัน กากล่าวมั่น"ไม่ต้องกังวล สัญญาว่า คุณ ฉันจะให้คุณกลัวสิ้นสุดนี้, " โต้ว่า Chrisกาเกลียดชังฮาโลวีน มันเป็นวันหยุดของเขาชื่นชอบอย่างน้อย ไม่ได้ เพราะเขาเกลียดชังด้านสยองขวัญทั่วไป แต่เพราะมีคนเชื่อ เขาจอมคนผงาดโลกเมื่อเขาไม่ และทุกคนต้องตกใจคนยากเขามีการสร้างชื่อเสียงนี้ตั้งแต่เขาเปลี่ยนโรงเรียน กาถูกเรียกว่า wimp ในโรงเรียน แต่ครอบครัวของเขาย้ายไปเมืองใหม่ก่อนมัธยม และกาคิดว่า ที่จะเป็นเวลาที่เหมาะกลับเอง กาจอมคนผงาดโลกเขาได้จัดการเพื่อหลีกเลี่ยงการทำอะไรเกินไป nerve-racking ปีคู่แรก โดยสร้างข้อแก้ตัวจะได้รับจากเหตุการณ์น่ากลัว หรือภาพยนตร์สยองขวัญสร้างชื่อเสียงของเขาปากเพียงอย่างเดียว แต่นี้ฮาโลวีน โชคของเขาได้ทำงานออก และเขายืนอยู่กับเพื่อนของเขา Chris ที่เข้าไปสิง"เทศกาลนี้มีส่วนบ้านผีบ้าน อธิบาย Chrisกาดูที่ทางเข้ามืดความกลัว เขาได้หยุดการทำงานตราบใดที่เขาไม่สามารถ ทำให้ Chris ดู และได้รับอาหารแรก หวังสิงจะปิดเช้า แต่ไม่ได้โชคดีดังนั้น กาถูกคนกลัว แต่เขามีขวัญใจนักมีดโลหะจากอาหารของพวกเขา และทิ้งมันไว้ในกระเป๋าของเขาเพื่อป้องกัน เขารู้ว่า มันโง่ และไม่จำเป็น แต่มันสงบเขาเล็กน้อยThey stepped in as a pair. As they walked, Greg’s feigned confidence slowly became real. The plastic creatures and animatronics were hardly scary, almost humorously bad. The few jump scares from real people were obvious as they approached, leaving Greg unaffected.He was enjoying himself right up until the red-gloved hand came from behind a curtain and grabbed Chris by the hair.“AHH! Oh, hahah, hey look, they got me!” Chris mocked.Greg laughed cautiously. This wasn’t as telegraphed as the rest of the house. Then a second hand with a blade came out stabbed Chris in the neck. Blood streamed and Chris’s eyes rolled back.With no hesitation, Greg screamed and ran. He tore through the house, praying he’d find the exit, but the twists and turns left him discombobulated. Rounding yet another corner, he stopped in his tracks.A man blocked his path. Tall. Black suit. Red gloves. Bloodied. A devilish grin. He stepped toward Greg.Greg, frenzied and fearing for his life, sprinted at the man, pulling the knife out of his pocket, and dug it deep into the man’s eye. He dropped in an instant, blood gushing and covering Greg. He had no control anymore. His legs carried him mindlessly until finally he stumbled out through the house exit.“Holy shit, Greg, are you alright?”Silently, Greg looked up from the ground to see Chris, wiping fake blood from his neck and holding a blade. From here, obviously retractable.Greg looked down at his bloody hands and wept.
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