Sebastian, meanwhile, had discovered the secret to surviving a horror attraction.
Never take the monsters seriously.
A headless clown came sprinting down the corridor, waving a bloody-looking axe?
He sidestepped the first swing, grabbed the clown by its oversized collar, and sent it flying with a kick straight into the wall.
A puppet crawling across the ceiling?
He threatened to pluck out its stuffing.
A grotesque creature emerged from a coffin?
He looked at it for three seconds before asking whether it wanted to stay buried inside it.
The creature slowly retreated into the coffin.
Honestly, he was beginning to wonder whether this attraction was a horror house or a rehabilitation center for underperforming monsters.
After that, he noticed something peculiar.
The monsters stopped attacking him and instead, were herding him.
Every time he approached a door, another costumed figure appeared to block his path, forcing him toward a narrow passage at the back of the tent.
