I'm about to be scared shitless Friday night. I can feel it and I can't wait.

That little bastard in the pic scared me to death last year. I went into one of the bathrooms and that bitch came out of the stall next to mine and chased me around the bathroom. That is the first haunted house that I went to where they could touch you and do anything they want.

I watched Saw the night before I went and that little bastard scared me more than it should've. If I run into him Friday night, Imma scare his ass instead.

Moving on, they had a Walking Dead section there too. My mom and I were walking through it and the zombies came after us. This very muscular, 30 something year old man ran past me. He looked like he just pissed his pants. He looked back at me and my mom and said, "Them white bitches are crazy as hell if they ain't running right now. Fuck this shit, I'm out." And proceeded to run out of the place like stereotypical white girl would.

The place opens at 8pm and closes at 1am and tickets are $20 for general admission and $25 for no lines. I'm going to pay that extra $5. Why not?