When I was very small, my family went to our first haunted
house.
We traveled to a two-story house run by the Jaycees. Blood-like stains soaked the door. During the tour, a mad doctor almost operated
on Bro. That made Dad smile. Besides that, Frankenstein knelt before me and
said something reassuring, because I was frightened. I ignored him, and walked away. Finally, the Devil was on hand to say goodbye
to us. Dad waved bye.
That’s the last time we went together as a family.
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