No, it doesn't have anything to do with the Church, missionary work, or anything else you'd usually associate with this blog. Think of it as my very own "Treehouse of Horror" episode.
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Funny. Nice bit with the Santa! I laughed.
ReplyDeleteWhat local haunted house from 12 years are you talking about? Certainly not the insane asylum one in Provo? I still have nightmares of Eric making me go with him to that with some new girl he was dating.
ReplyDeleteIt was the Rocky Point Haunted House. It's no longer in business. Probably because they published my work.
ReplyDeleteJena,
ReplyDeleteWas it the haunted house that gave you nightmares, or the girl I was dating?
Loved the Monty Python and Simpsons references. :)
ReplyDeleteI will admit, Eric, that many of those girls were pretty sickening. Especially the ones that shrieked louder and clung to you tighter than a 12 year old. But it was the thought that behind the crazy monster masks there were actually crazy people that gave me nightmares. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that the asylum didn't actually use their patients for their haunted house. it must have been an urban legend.
ReplyDeleteWait, are you telling me the old haunted house at the State Hospital didn't employ patients? Huh, I had no idea.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad somebody caught the Monty Python and Simpsons references, Wendi. If I had somehow been able to work a Mad Magazine bit in the post, I would have covered my top three influences when it comes to humor.