You round the corner staring at the cheap, party store props and cardboard gravestones. The operator was right, this really does suck. Suddenly you hear a loud roar and jump as a tall skinny man, dressed in a cheap rubber werewolf mask, gloves, tattered jeans and flannel shirt jumps out at you, jumping on the front of the cart riding along with you. You laugh, you can't believe you got scared by this guy, his costume looks silly and cheap as hell. You look up and he's still on the front of the cart though, just staring. "Alright bud, you got me, you can hop down now." He just stares at you with the blank emotionless eyes of the mask, motionless. "Are you alright," you call out to him. No response he just keeps staring until the cart slows to a stop in the middle of the corridor filled with the all too familar cheap halloween scenery.