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Scarlett had always been intrigued in halloween, She spent her childhood watching horror movies and reading ghost stories, always craving the thrill of being scared. So when she heard about the Haunted Hook Up, a Halloween carnival where people could experience horror and pleasure at the same time, she knew she had to be a part of it. As an aspiring actress, Scarlett saw this as the perfect opportunity to showcase her talent. She auditioned for a role at the Haunted Hook Up and was thrilled when she got the job. Little did she know, her journey was about to take an unexpected turn. At first, Scarlett's job was to scare people as they walked through the carnival. But as the night went on, the atmosphere changed. One night, as she finished her shift and returned to her hotel room, she was greeted by a figure in a ghostface costume. She assumed it was James, her childhood friend who often visited her after hours. But as the night progressed, she realized that it wasn't James, but a stranger she didn't even know. Scarlett was determined to find out who this mystery person was, but she couldn't until two years later when he returned and broke into her hotel room again. This time, she was ready for him and as she revealed his identity

Scarlett's Play House

As the ceremony came to an end, I stood up and met my brothers and sister who was clapping and yelling praises from afar. I smiled and hugged them as they continued to cheer.

"Congrats Scarlett!" My brother Everest said as he hugged me tightly.

"Thanks" I reply and flash a quick smile that fades when I see my mother and father walking towards us.

My siblings look at my gaze then turn towards where I was and a hate and anger spreads across my brothers face and fear on my sisters. She has always been afraid of my parents meanwhile me and my brother hated our parents.

"Scarlett dear congratulations!" My mother says in excitement but I quickly glare and roll my eyes clearly unamused to see her. She never showed up, even when my other siblings graduate so why me.

"Now don't be like that towards your mother" my father says sternly but I can tell there is hesitation in his voice as he makes that statement.

"Oh what do you want me to say then nice to see you guys after you fucking abandoned us for over 10 years huh!?" I lash out letting my anger get the best of me.

I am many things but being nice and holding my tongue has never been a thing or option for me ever. I always say what is on my mind and never gave a fuck about how people felt afterwards.

My brothers taught me to be strong and ruthless and to this day I still take their advice no matter who the person. Screw me over once and you will never hear the end of it. I won't get you at the moment but when I do you will regret it.

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