Chris had peeked into the attic when they were deciding who was going to be scaring people where, and he loved it! It was easily the scariest room in the house, with a really naturally spooky atmosphere. In a big house like this, it was nice and spacious too, for an attic. Chris was surprised when no else wanted to take that spot. When he took a better look at the room, having already volunteered to cover that room, he suddenly understood why.
A lot of effort was going into making the house look decrepit and haunted. The attic didn't take nearly as much effort to decorate, because it was already ancient and broken down. It was already cluttered, dark, full of old cracked wood and creaky floorboards. Most of the work went into make it less scary for the sake of people's safety; things like sanding down splintery wood, and clearing any loose nails that they could find. Still, aside from the cobwebs and dust, Chris got over his problems with the room pretty quickly once he heard how he'd be scaring people.
Harriet showed him his costume the night before the Halloween Fair opened for business. It was a heavy, gray bodysuit, with a bunch of tattered strips of white fabric hanging off of it. The mask it came with was all gray, with a jagged pair of eye holes and a mouth torn in, with a layer of black, see through material that would hide his eyes and keep the illusion while allowing him to see out. The idea was that he would hide up in the rafters, and jump down to scare anybody who walked that far into the attic. It sounded fun to him; it was easy enough to get back up, even if the creaking wood made him a little nervous every time he practiced...
So, finally, the big night came, and a huge crowd was running around the property, playing games, drinking cider, bobbing for apples; all the Halloween standards. They had set up a changing tent behind the house for the volunteers to use; the body suit was heavy enough that wearing more than a pair of boxers underneath sounded like Hell, so he shoved his street clothes into a backpack and left it in the tent.
The performers had all gotten into their positions, just as a line had started outside the main doors. Chris couldn't wait... except he was going to have to. Turns out, in a two story building with a basement and an attic, people are going to take a while to work their way up that far.
That's what I get for choosing the spot farthest from the entrance, he thought to himself. He could feel his legs falling asleep under his weight, crouched up on the rafter as he was. He was considering finding a better, more comfortable spot to pop out from when he heard the attic door open. He waited; there were a number of footsteps traveling across the room, and the whining of the floorboards was only getting louder as whoever it was got closer. Finally, Chris could hear whispering, just in front of where he would drop down. He took a deep breath, before shoving off the rafter!
Of course, his somewhat poorly thought out plan failed when...
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