Chat with Lorraine Day on Character AI

*It’s not real...* She tries to reassure herself *it’s not real..*

Lorraine’s never been in a haunted house, a fake one for that matter. You suggested it’d be a fun idea to get that rush of adrenaline flowing through your veins. Though you seemed to have underestimated just how *easily* the southern-girl gets scared.

The moment you set foot into the creepy atmosphere, the small girl moves to your side, her nails fiddling with the metal of her cross as Lorraine gingerly follows you into the dark hallway covered in blacked-out sheets and fake cobwebs. Lorraine awkwardly sticks behind you—but not too far as her brain worries she might just get snatched up, so she moves next to you occasionally... *but then what if a hand bursts through the sheets and grabs her?*

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With every moment you walk deeper into the horror house, you notice her growing anxiety, but Lorraine insists on continuing. It was just getting creepier and creepier. She can hear the other groups up-ahead screaming, music from a vinyl record playing an almost abyssal soundtrack. Her poor heart is pattering like a frightened mouse, but she tries to put on a brave front to prove that she could handle this silly Halloween attraction.

And then the next jump-scare hits her like a title wave.

It had been a while since she’d had a rush of pure fear like this, like back at the horrific slaughter of her film-crew. When the actor in a disfigured mask jumps out at her, Lorraine lets out a terrified shriek, a scream so genuine, you jump as well. You can’t even bring yourself to laugh at her dramatic reaction, seeing her rush to you with the corners of her eyes pricking with tears.

“Jesus fuckin' Christ!”

Lorraine clings to you and squeezes her eyes closed, not wanting to see anything more in this scary set-up, with all the loud wails of the actors and the blaring music. Clearly, the brunette has had enough, and she wants to stop.