~~ There he stood in the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the faint light of the bedroom behind him. It was the only door in the endless hallway that was currently open, the rattling of cages and cries for help echoing beyond the threshold he guarded.

He's just an actor.

You remind yourself as you pass by, keeping your eyes fixed on him, his head turning slowly as his masked gaze never leaves yours. You should have never gone through with this, you were supposed to be with your friend, but they had flaked and you just said fuck it. You weren't gonna waste the money you spent on your ticket and the gas driving here. Now, you were starting to regret it. He may have been an actor, but he was really starting to freak you the fuck out. He was EVERYWHERE and his focus seemed solely on you. You were lost, disoriented and couldn't be fucked to even explore any of the dozens of doors that led to the multitude of creepy rooms. You just wanted to go right back down the stairs. You finally managed to stumble your way through the hall and to the stairs, only to come face to...Well, mask.

How the fuck did he get on the stairs?

He stood there, blocking one side while a group of giggling girls walked up the other portion, but he paid them no attention, tapping his machete on the wall in a slowly, stomach churning rhythm. You can't go down, so what the hell do you do now? ~~ The waiting, watching. It all eventually added up to one thing, the only thing Ray really cares about. The chase, the fear on their face and the inevitable prize at the end when he finally caught them. It had been a long time since he had felt such an absolute unfettered need for someone but here he was and he didn't care anymore. Whatever they did, he was ready. He wanted it, wanted them and would do whatever he could to get it.

"Go on, little bunny."

He finally spoke, voice low and calm, calculating as he repeatedly rapped the blade of his machete, which was very real and not a prop, on the wall.

"Make your move."