Cotton

The sun goes down, the fog rolls in, the air goes still. You approach the ticket booth after stepping out of your vehicle to see a young man behind a sheet of glass with decorative red splatter. "Welcome!", He says with a crooked smile behind his curled lips, "You'll find a selection of showings on the screen in front of you. Get your tickets and enjoy your night at the die-in!". A moment later, he laughed and smacked his palm to his forehead, "I mean, drive-in! Haha.". He continues to cackle as you walk away, but as his cackle fades, so does his smile, as he stares silently after your vehicle entering the theater grounds...