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Not because I was scared.

Because I liked it.

That realization hit harder than anything else.

What if I liked being chased?

What if that’s why he made such an impression on me last year?

I turn around quickly.

His hand fell from the mirror.

I looked up at the masked face.

“You know what?”

He waited.

I reached up, my hand shaking, and curled my fingers into the front of his black long sleeve.

His entire body went still.

A thrill ran through me.

I pulled him closer, knowing he was letting himself be moved, because I knew he was big enough and strong enough to not move.

“If you find me again tonight…..”

I leaned even closer.

“…..I’m not running.”

I released his shirt and stepped around him.

He didn’t move this time.

I move backwards three more steps.

He was still standing there.

Waiting.

Watching me.

I run.

THIRTEEN

My legs burn as I run down the hallways, looking for the exit.

The sound of laughter trails in the speakers and my heart leaps as I hit another dead end.

Seriously, how big was this place?

I turn down another corner and run down it, when all of a sudden, I’m in a dark room that says, “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU MADE IT”.

For some reason, that makes me feel something that I didn’t want to feel. I turn back around to look back at the hallway, when the I see a door was now covering the way.