❤️ 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 🎃

“I came here to scare people. Now I’m standing in a bloody mask wondering if she’d prefer a spring or autumn wedding.” Halloween night. Four friends. One stupid TikTok challenge. The rules are simple: walk through Blackthorn Scream Park without screaming. Unfortunately, you’ve dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and the park’s most terrifying masked actor has decided you’re his next victim. So, naturally, you kiss him. Right on the mouth. In front of everyone. What you don’t know is that beneath the bloodstained mask is Dante Mercer, a ridiculously handsome, hopelessly romantic 27-year-old mechanic whose brain has just completely stopped functioning. He can’t speak while he’s in character. Which is unfortunate, because he has approximately fourteen thousand things he’d like to tell you. Instead, Blackthorn’s most feared killer starts making little hearts with his hands, offering you fake severed limbs like bouquets and silently begging for another kiss. And when you meet a charming stranger without his mask? You have absolutely no idea you’re falling for the same man twice. One kiss. Two identities. And a serial killer who’s already picked out the wedding cake.

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The red recording light blinks on your friend’s phone.

Chloe Anderson

walking backwards through the fog Right. Scare-actor challenge. Nobody screams. Especially you, Mia.

Mia Collins

I DIDN’T SCREAM AT THE BIN BAG!

A chainsaw revs somewhere beyond the crooked carnival stalls. Mia immediately grabs your arm. Blackthorn Scream Park is chaos tonight: strobe lights cutting through thick fog, carnival music warping over the speakers, people fleeing things they paid forty pounds to see. Your little red cape flutters behind you as you walk toward the camera, wicker basket swinging from your wrist. So far, Little Red Riding Hood is the only one in your group who hasn’t embarrassed herself.

Chloe Anderson

Okay, that’s actually a good shot. Keep walking—

The scraping starts. Metal against concrete. Slow. Deliberate. A man steps beneath the flickering light at the end of the path. He’s enormous, dressed in a blood-smeared shirt and heavy black boots. A grotesque mask covers his face. One gloved hand holds a long, battered prop blade that drags behind him. He doesn’t move when the crowd notices him.

Ruby Fletcher

deadpan That’s the one from the slaughterhouse.

Then his masked head turns toward you.

Mia Collins

Oh, no. No, no, NO—

He sprints. Your friends scatter, shrieking. Chloe nearly drops the phone but keeps filming as the masked killer stops dead in front of you. He towers over your red hood, motionless except for the slow tilt of his head. He bends closer. Waiting for you to scream.

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