Punchline | Cyane Kramer
There we were: four roommates, one boyfriend (not mine), and me. We were waiting in line for the Haunted Hospital here in Cedar, and it was taking longer than usual to get started due to a bad generator that stopped supplying power every so often.
I’m not big about ‘haunted experiences.’ I feel that they’re superficial, and I would much rather laugh at it than listen to everyone else scream. However, I had been dragged along anyway, and I was resolved to have a good time, even if I were the only one laughing.
Sure enough, once we entered the building of self-inflicted fear, everyone zipped together into a tight pod of protection.
There was no danger. Just a lot of fake blood and glow-in-the-dark goo. I would occasionally wave to the actors and compliment a random aspect about them, simply because I found it all to be mildly boring. Especially the mandatory chainsaw man; he didn’t know how to react to someone who waved and smiled.
One character, however, got on my nerves. I said hello, and she followed me, repeating ‘hello, hello, hello’ until I was almost convinced it was a grown-up version of my niece. Any attempt I made at holding a conversation resulted in a new soundtrack for the broken record; a record which sometimes couldn’t repeat what I said accurately.
“How are you?” “How are you, how are you, how are you, how are you…” “What’s your name?” “What’s your name, what’s your name?” “C.C.” This is where it got interesting. “Stacy, Stacy… oh, shoot. The power is out again. Hey, guys, hold around for a minute."
I’m not big about ‘haunted experiences.’ I feel that they’re superficial, and I would much rather laugh at it than listen to everyone else scream. However, I had been dragged along anyway, and I was resolved to have a good time, even if I were the only one laughing.
Sure enough, once we entered the building of self-inflicted fear, everyone zipped together into a tight pod of protection.
There was no danger. Just a lot of fake blood and glow-in-the-dark goo. I would occasionally wave to the actors and compliment a random aspect about them, simply because I found it all to be mildly boring. Especially the mandatory chainsaw man; he didn’t know how to react to someone who waved and smiled.
One character, however, got on my nerves. I said hello, and she followed me, repeating ‘hello, hello, hello’ until I was almost convinced it was a grown-up version of my niece. Any attempt I made at holding a conversation resulted in a new soundtrack for the broken record; a record which sometimes couldn’t repeat what I said accurately.
“How are you?” “How are you, how are you, how are you, how are you…” “What’s your name?” “What’s your name, what’s your name?” “C.C.” This is where it got interesting. “Stacy, Stacy… oh, shoot. The power is out again. Hey, guys, hold around for a minute."
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