Its 3:07 a.m and the Haunted Forest is looking quite good as we tap into the spine of all things freaky. Yours truly, The Reaper, has finally done what he refused to do over the last few weeks – enter the forest alone after everyone else has gone home. I don’t mind walking through the huge spider webs (they only bite once). I don’t mind the skeletons, zombies, or the darkness. Its the howling. Something in that forest lets go every now and then with a human-sounding shriek that turns my stomach. But tonight, I completed a round through the entire haunted trail changing out batteries and making a list of the last-minute fixes that have to be done before opening night on Friday.
Come on out! We’re letting the first 150 people in for $10 each. Tell two friends. Then they’ll tell two friends. And so on, and so on…