Andrew had it all set up. The first annual Red Cauldron Haunted House. His occult store was pretty popular in the city and even the east coast. His second location in Los Angeles was doing well too for having just started. But this year, Andrew was focusing on the Manhattan location, the biggest. He had first come up with the idea for a haunted house when he was flipping through spell books that had powerful glamour spells in them, and it hit him. A haunted house that when you went through it, it showed your fears. He had set up everything pretty quickly. Printing out hundreds of fliers to post around the city, and making an event page advertising a free spell to anyone that could make it through his haunted house that would only be open on Halloween. It went viral in a matter of hours. So far, thousands had all said they would be there and Andrew just grinned. It was a great marketing strategy, and it’d be fun to watch people try and go through when their worst fears were laid bare in front of them.
On Halloween morning, Andrew woke up early and got dressed in his costume, which was just an all black suit with a black cloak over it and eyeliner to make his eyes darker. Already, there was a line down the block for his haunted house, and he waved to everyone. The rules were simple. Make it through, and you’ll end up in the back room, where Andrew would be waiting to give you the spell of your choice, no questions asked. So, it was a few hours in and so far, no one had made it through. It was expected, but boring. Then, a boy came through the curtains that led from the haunted house and into the back room, and Andrew straightened up in his chair, putting down his spell book that was keeping the glamour going. He knew there was a trigger alarm on the outside that would make lights flash and a bell ring to let the outside people know that someone made it through. Andrew smiled at the boy and gestured to the empty chair in front of him. “Congratulations. You’re the first one to make it through. How was it?”