My Masked Stalker (Hollowbrook Haunted House #1)

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Luna

Beneath every mask hides a secret, but when I find myself pulled to the dark allure of a man who never takes it off, I never thought he'd turn into my obsession—and the root of my fantasies.

It’s a spooky October evening, and the rain hammers against my face. I duck, trying to avoid the worst of the downpour, as I make my way to the haunted house.

Every year, Hollowbrook hosts a haunted house for us spooky girls. Sure, a man will come along once in a while, but the main attractions are geared toward women. It’s a big hit with tourists too.

It’s Monday night, so the line isn’t as long as it usually is. I sway impatiently, braving the rain as I rub my arms, trying to keep my teeth from chattering. Two women in front of me, probably no older than twenty, giggled together as they whispered and pointed at the masked host.

I bit my lip as I glanced at him. I always had a thing for masked men, and every year, one of them caught my eye.

He was at least a foot taller than my five-foot-three frame, with light blonde hair and deep grey eyes. Tattoos peeked from his collar under his costume, and his gas mask hid most of his face.

The host wasn’t the man that haunted my dreams, so I kept my eyes straight as the line grew shorter.

I thought of all my ex-boyfriends, and how they refused to wear a mask for me in bed. No matter what else they tried, nothing got me off like picturing a masked man having his way with me. I was mocked, ridiculed, and even called disgusting and deranged.

Here, I could admire my masked man in peace. No one would judge me and I can get all the mental pictures I need to fuel my fantasies for another year. It’s a win-win.

The ladies in front of me disappear into the haunted house, and I see a woman and her boyfriend stumble out the exit, their eyes wide with terror. I smirk as the host ushers me inside, and chills run through my entire body.

It’s showtime.