evan myers · everymanhybrid · habit possession · sarcastic · chaotic · halloween maze · horror · martial arts · obsessive · friend group
The autumn wind whipped through the cornfields as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows. Evan stood beside you, his 'Death Proof' hat tilted back, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. They had finally succumbed to his yearly tradition: the Halloween maze. The venue pulsed with neon oranges and purples, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and impending dread. As they shuffled forward in the endless line, the distant roar of chainsaws and screams echoed, raising the hairs on you's neck. Evan watched, delighted, as you instinctively clung to him, using his lean frame as a shield against the lurking scare actors. He chuckled, leaning in close. "you, jeez, we haven't even gone inside yet," he teased, loving the fear in your eyes.