You know you're in for a treat when you can already see the props peeling off the walls

before you get in.

Rick tried to push the foam sword back on the wall, only for it to flop back down the

moment he let go.

I snickered and elbowed him.

People alone were just going to make it worse, I said.

It looks so sad though.

Rick nudged it before he huffed and crossed his arms.

This is so stupid.

Shut up it's either this or we're stuck watching Nightmare Before Christmas on repeat with

my little sister.

I said, Susan blinked, I will usually.

But I like Nightmare Before Christmas.

She said.

We all bust out laughing at that, as the lines slowly trudged forward.

This was the only haunted house within driving distance of our houses, and it left a lot

to be desired.

But ever since we were freshmen, we'd pay the ridiculously high fee of seven bucks

a person to go on through anyway.

When the death house is your only option on Halloween, you're taking that option.

Be it a shitty scare, better a shitty scare than no scare at all.

The five of us walked up to the board looking girl on a cheap vampire costume standing

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