Hot spring night, a warm gust of wind swoops down your back. A lone owl peers down below. The hard asphalt’s echoes guide your labored footsteps down the road. Shrill screams arrest your mind… only for a moment. The explosion of a million thoughts, deafen you, screaming, begging to act NOW. But they all boil down to two things, FLIGHT or FIGHT. Your sweat, more effective than the most chilling rains, torrential, like thousands of needles prickling your spine. Your blood pounds, fear poisoning every artery and vein. Watch your friends wince, shriek, scream, step by step as they inch through this hair raising, thrilling encounter. You’ll be petrified- rendered incapable of blinking.
The HAUNTED HOUSE awaits...
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