They say that if you want a first date to be effective, you should make it a horror film.

Apparently, something about the brain chemicals released makes people more attached to each

other, which is a tad manipulative if you think about it too long, but if it works, it

works.

However, this is far from the first date.

It might just be the last, if I don't do absolutely everything I can.

If a horror film can get a girl attached, this might just make us fused at the waste.

Getting tickets was surprisingly easy.

It moves around the country fairly often, and whenever it arrives, everyone flocks to

get a load of the latest horror experience.

But Lisa was friends with a guy running the venue, so it worked itself out.

No one scorns a bit of polite corruption when it benefits them.

Still, I paid for the tickets.

£25 each.

And from what I've heard, that makes it vastly underpriced.

Thomas Davis calls a tidally-sooted woman at the waiting room desk, as a worker leads

a middle-aged man to the back door.

For a horror attraction, the waiting room is surprisingly peaceful.

A lot of places try to spook you early, with actors and tacky decorations straight

everywhere.

That was certainly what I expected when I walked in, but it seemed they preferred to keep

it professional, at least on this end.

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