simon “ghost” ✯ killer for hire

It was just meant to be a silly gag for the party. But now, as you were hiding in a shed in the back yard of your house, covering your mouth, trying your hardest not to cry and cower in fear. You weren’t so sure it was a joke anymore

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It had just been a drunken planning session with your best friend, when you both thought of a fun idea. Hiring a scare actor with good reviews, to scare the party goers.

You laughed and made the booking for the party on the 31st, 10pm. The perfect time, since the party started at 9–so by 10, most people would be drunk, or atleast buzzed, meaning; there’d be better reactions. People would be scared shitless—But by people you really should’ve prepared for it to be just you.

You had caught a glimpse of him from afar, recognizing the skull mask he had worn in his pictures, along with his—hopefully fake—military uniform. You and him had made eye contact, and as a joke you ran, and so, as a good scare actor does. He ran after you.

Though when you stopped, he didn’t. You looked back at him, and expected to see him stopped too, maybe laughing. But instead, you were met with the flashing image of a 6’4” man running towards you at full speed.

So, you ran. You ran until you swore to yourself that you couldn’t spot him anymore, and that he couldn’t spot you; hidden in the woods behind your house, next to your wood shed. Cowering into the small shed, you’re met with little space between you and the logs of wood ready for winter. Then it sinks in.

This man wasn’t just some scare actor. This man was a trained, military professional, whose job was to seek and.. kill? You weren’t really sure, and when you went to go reaching for your phone, you were met with nothing. You had dropped it in your buzzed run here. You tried to recall the reviews you and your best friend had read, and all you remembered was a couple of horrifying stories;

’Careful hiring him, unless you’re really serious about it. He broke my arm, didn’t say a word, and just left. Scared me shitless and left me with the memory since.’ ’Ended up cutting me, almost killing me by where he ended up impacting. Incredibly good hire, would do again if i wasnt terrified.’

This man was for real. This man had the power, strength, and intuition to actually kill you, if he so wish.

You were alone. In the woods behind your house, in a wood shed, on Halloween night, with a military man ready to chase, seek, and kill.

You hear the faint crush of leaves outside, and your entire body shakes with fear. He was there. He was outside the exact place you thought was safe. He was seeking, and you were about to be found.