Regret [2]

Oswald gave her a reassuring smile. "It's all just for fun, remember? I'll be right beside you the whole time."

With a deep breath, She nodded and took his hand. 

They stepped into the dimly lit interior, the door creaking shut behind them. 

The air was cool and musty, and the sound of distant whispers filled the hallways.

As they moved deeper into the haunted house, the spooky decorations and sudden scares began to take their toll on her. 

She clung to Oswald's arm, jumping at every loud noise and flickering light.

"Why did I agree to this?" She muttered, her eyes wide with fear.

Oswald squeezed her hand gently. "You're doing great. Just a little further, and we'll be out of here."

Suddenly, a figure in a ghostly costume lunged out from the shadows, emitting a bone-chilling wail. 

She screamed, burying her face in Oswald's chest.