I visited a Haunted House for work yesterday. I was doing a story for next week that, surprise, surprise, has a Halloween theme.My tour through a cob-webby jail cell, mad scientist's lab, and a deli where what was being sliced was, well, human, was in the daytime.
The lights were on, and there was a crew of carpenters, electricians and other workers there feverishly putting the finishing touches on the house.
There were no spine-tingling sound effects playing to spook the molasses out of a person. And no costumed people popping out to do the same.
That was my kind of Haunted House.
My idea of Halloween celebrating is more along the lines of pumpkin decorating, pumpkin carving and bobbing for apples. Does anyone really bob for apples anymore? Probably just virtual apples online or something.
I guess just writing about the horrors that await paying visitors there was enough to give me a nightmare. That's why I am wide awake and posting instead of sleeping.
