I get spooked at a haunted house
It has been a long, long time since I stepped foot in a haunted house. Like probably 8-10 years long. Why, you may be wondering?
Well… last time I was at a haunted house I freaked out big time. I knocked my friend over and started running (every woman for herself style). Before I knocked her over I was digging into her arms so hard that I left bruises.
A couple of days ago I had to face my fears in the name of my day job and head to the north shore of Long Island to the Mills Pond House of Horrors. The life of a Web video host ain’t easy.
See the results of my excursion for yourself. There’s no knocking anyone down, but I did grab onto a random 13-year-old boy who agreed to be my escort for, oh, the entire time. I’m expecting his call once junior prom comes ’round.
