I used to love haunted houses. DH and I used to have so much fun with them. When DS was 16 we took him and a friend to Scarowinds and DH & I went thru most of the haunted houses while they waited in line for the most popular “big” ride.
Fast forward about 15-16 years. DH & I were in Gatlinburg. DH walks w a cane now and doesn’t have a spontaneous bone in his body. We were staying beside a haunted house and he suggested we go in sometime before dusk. We did. It was hilarious. We kept getting lost and the people working there kept having to direct us because we were getting turned around. The scariest part to me was the strips of cloth hanging down over some of the doors and me wondering how many people had dirty heads and went under them. And worrying that DH might trip. I came out laughing so hard at how ridiculous we were.