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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 I caught my breath outside, the sun's fading light cloaked the arena in an eerie twilight. Soon, the other mentors and trainees trickled out, faces etched with exhaustion. Among them stood James, his famed smirk in place, the one that sent a flutter down my spine. "Congratulations, Scarlett!" he called, his eyes sparkling.

"Thanks!" I beamed, fueled by my victory.

"I have a surprise for you back at my hotel suite." He paused for effect, his grin widening as he witnessed my intrigue. "You in?"

Despite the curiosity swirling in my gut, I nodded. My heart quickened with the prospect of spending more time with James—a chance to indulge in the easy affection we shared. As we strolled to the hotel, I couldn't shake the feeling that today was somehow special, not because of my victory but because of the anticipation of what was to come.

Inside the suite, James gestured to the bathroom. "You should shower. You've earned it. I have some pajamas you can wear after."

"Okay, give me a sec," I replied, the warmth of excitement swirling in my chest.

After washing away the remnants of the haunted maze, I emerged, feeling refreshed and invigorated. James sat on the couch, casually flipping through a movie selection as the room wafted with the inviting scent of pizza. The sight brought a huge smile to my face.

"Pizza, wine, and your favorite candy," he said, his gaze warm as he motioned for me to join him. I cuddled beside him, sinking into the soft fabric of the couch, the movie flickering invitingly before us. We devoured slices, filling the room with laughter and teasing banter that lifted the heaviness I sometimes felt about our respective paths.

As the credits rolled, he turned to me, a more serious look on his face. "What do you want to do for your birthday this year? Any plans?"

I sighed, a wistful smile crossing my lips. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I usually don't do much. Maybe some cake and hanging out with you?"

James processed my words, before suggesting, "How about we make it a little bigger this year? You deserve to celebrate."

A summer warmth spread through me. "I suppose so. I could use the excuse to have fun."

Just as I considered the possibilities, a soft rustle outside the suite caught my attention. I glanced through the window, spying an enigmatic silhouette amidst the fading light. My heart lurched; a quick chill gripped me as I felt as if I was being watched, something familiar yet unsettling. I shook it off, attributing it to the lingering excitement from the haunted house. Ignoring the sudden shiver, I focused back on James.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Yeah, just thought I saw something outside," I replied, waving it away with a dismissive hand. However, a shadow of doubt lingered in the back of my mind.

We turned our attention back to the movie, but my thoughts drifted. James and I had been through so much together, and I cherished every moment, but something felt off. A creeping sensation hung in the air. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was under some kind of scrutiny.

That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I thought of the blue roses that had begun appearing mysteriously outside my door after auditions—the quiet reminders of a presence I couldn't place. While James was my anchor in these tumultuous waters, my mind couldn't help but wonder who else was making my life a haunted maze of confusion and intrigue.

When I awoke, the sun peeked through the curtains, bathing the room in silvery light, but the unease lingered. Today would be the day I would uncover the mysteries surrounding me—both with James, who I trusted so completely, and with whatever shadows had begun to taunt my everyday life.

And like the blue roses always left on my nightstand, this venture would bloom unexpected truths, probably both beautiful and chilling.

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