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| - I gave my daughter options of what she would like to do go to a movie, dinner, or a haunted house. Haunted house it is, her friend came along to, I call her Smashley. I picked the girls up, they were very excited and couldn't sit still in the backseat, I started to feel like a kid again myself. They preserve my youth. We get to the place where Value City Furniture once reigned supreme many many moons ago, it was a dark and dreary night, perfect for a haunted house.
Standing in line a woman with a rather large group of teenagers approached us and asked if we would like to buy 4 tix, she had extra from her group on deal, there were four of us, perfect. 10$ a piece was what we got in for, can't beat that with a spiked baseball bat.
At this point my daughter is a little weary of what to expect, she's closer to me now disregarding her friend altogether. By now she doesn't want to go, were next up in line. As we enter, she's forcing me to hug her and I do happily like any father would. She's pretty much speechless and emotionless through the whole tour, until she sees the exit. She darted out like Barry Sanders seeing a sliver in the line to jet through. I didn't have the heart to force her to go through the other 3 houses." Never again Dad," she said to me. I agreed.
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