Chapter 440
The maze was dimly lit, with eerie red lights and creepy music that sent chills down everyone’s spine.
Charlotte and Sean walked side by side.
At first, Charlotte was only a little nervous but definitely not as dramatic as Ian. However, as they moved deeper into the maze, something suddenly dropped from above.
A ghostly figure in a red wedding dress, with long messy hair and pale face streaked with bloody tears, came swinging down from the ceiling–locking eyes with Charlotte.
“Ahhh!” she screamed and instinctively spun around, throwing herself into Sean’s arms.
Sean immediately smacked the fake ghost away and wrapped his arms around her, gently reassuring her. “It’s okay, Lottie. It’s not real. Just a prop.”
It wasn’t even an actor, just a mechanical setup.
Charlotte trembled in his arms.
Sean held her close and began softly patting her back, comforting her like a frightened child. “Don’t be scared. You’re okay now.”
It took her a moment to recover.
She finally pulled back from his arms and mumbled, “Sorry… That really scared
“It’s alright,” Sean replied in a low, reassuring voice. “Are you okay? We can leave if you want.”
“I’m fine. It just… happened too fast,” Charlotte said, her voice growing smaller.
Sean could tell she was still scared.
He didn’t say much. He just gave a quiet “mm” and gently took her hand.
The warmth of his palm made her stiffen slightly
She didn’t pull away.
at
first, but she quickly relaxed.
Instead, she let him hold her hand as they continued walking deeper into the maze.
The scare had clearly shaken her. Now, she walked slowly, nervously looking around as if expecting something else to jump out
at any second.
Sean noticed her unease. He stayed alert, scanning the surroundings in case anything else came out of nowhere.
A moment later, a pale hand suddenly shot out from the side, reaching for Charlotte’s arm. Sean reacted instantly, pulling her tightly into his arms just before another ghost appeared.
This time, it was a long–haired woman in white, slowly gliding around them in circles,
Sean could tell right away it was an actress on roller shoes.
“Lottie, don’t look,” he said gently. He reached up and pressed her head to his chest, shielding her from the ghostly figure.
Charlotte obeyed, burying her face against him, her heart pounding.
“Excuse me, could you let us through?” Sean asked the actress politely.
The ghost in white froze for a second.
In her three years working the haunted maze, no one had ever spoken to her that politely.
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