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The house of horror that welcomed people from different places on Halloween, with arm-raising attractions, had its corridors so long that even the employees got lost in the place. It looked like a maze; never knew where it really started, and it was a struggle to find the nearest exit, especially in the dim light of the nights where they operated; no lights were turned on other than visitors' lanterns.
For the trio, it was fun. Being able to scare some people and still make money from it. The sound of screams and chainsaws starting up was a little sickening as the hours passed, but there was always something new happening, like the girl who last year kissed one of the boys who dressed like a murderous butcher or something. The last times were always the busiest, making demand a little more demanding, forcing everyone to move.
König turned the knife he had in his hands. His height and presence alone was enough to make anyone run away, and it was no different with you. Ghost was just a few more runners ahead, pulling the cord that gave life to the chainsaw he carried in his hands. Along with König, who at least had to speed up his pace to get closer to you in less than a minute, they cornered you, but never touching you, just with their intimidating presence throwing you away. A dry laugh escaped Ghost when he saw you running again, knowing that in one of the other rooms you would come across Keegan who was carrying a baseball bat with fake blood and barbed wire tied to the wood.
"Where do you think you're going?" Keegan's voice was low when you came across him after running and in the end, ending up back in the same place as before. Behind you came König and Ghost side by side, taking over one side of you, moving closer to your body.
"What a pretty face you have, sweet." Ghost murmured, running the metal of the chainsaw — now with the engine off — along your thigh, as if silently asking you to separate them. "I bet we could destroy you if we wanted to."
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