Hey again, Story Club members. I'm Ivy, your ghostly host and keeper of the

strangest and spookiest tales on the planet. Today is another chilling tale. This puzzling tale

story club members might make you contemplate the conundrums of your life. It's one I call House of Mystery.

While I've told you many stories with my best friend, Willow Yates,

I've never told you how we first met.

It's definitely one for the history books,

or at least for this totally awesome rockin podcast.

So if you've been tuning in, beloved listeners,

I mentioned earlier in Willow's Haunted

happening that she and I attended Grimsbridge High School in West Seattle.

We met during our early formative years there.

It was in September at the Puyallup Fair.

There is an exhibit called House of Mystery, which was basically your run-of-the-mill spookhouse.

You know what I'm talking about.

They're at most carnivals.

Being a girl who carefully stared in her closet each and every morning to select which shade

a black-eyed wear for the day, I was all about anything with the words monster or haunted

or mystery.

The carnival attraction had some painted skeletons on the outside of a mock Victorian

house, and there were canned, recorded screams emanating from within.

Naturally, like the proverbial moth to the flame, I was attracted.

So, I went inside, and it wasn't really anything too special.

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