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Chanel"Eek!" Chanel screamed in horror as she dashed out of the way of another jump scare through the haunted house. Or... maybe it wasn't a jump scare, but the noise did frighten the young kit more than she would have loved to admit to anyone, the crowd around her long gone and lost somewhere in the labyrinth of the run down- old, decrepit building. Despite her scream at the noise, it would be by far, the most non-scary thing Chanel had seen that night, compared to the dozens of spiders, webs, and weird noises emitted from the house.
Suddenly, a man with a mask popped out of the very last corner of the house with a ferocious roar that sent Chanel tumbling back the way she came, and then quickly scrambling away, heart pounding, breath heaving and hair disheveled in fright. By far, that was the scariest thing she had seen tonight. The man looked cranky, beyond cranky, with a mask of skeletons and blood over his face to keep everything but his menacing eyes hidden. His clothes were torn, all black, except for the small patches that showed skin through the fabric, but regardless, Chanel didn't stay to check and see exactly who it was underneath the mask. Instead, she dashed away, farther than she could have the motivation to have run before in her life. Definitely the scariest thing she saw that night was the man with the mask.
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