Hundred Acres Manor

So, Reese and I are tired of going to the same damn haunted houses year-in, year-out. Rich's Fright Farm is predictably bad each year, Fright Nights at Kennywood is pretty good, though you can't ever get into everything you'd like to see, and Station Scare is pricey. A place near Consol called Hundred Acres Manor pulls in a decent sized crowd each year, so we figured we'd might as well check it out. Boy, that isn't an understatement. After about a two hour wait in line, we got into the place which featured a grand assortment of rooms, twisted corridors, runways, ramps and an inflated hallway that felt like I was mashed in between a very clean, well-kept set of asscheeks. Without a doubt, this place was one of the better haunted houses I've ever experienced. What impressed me the most is that they took one approach to scaring you: shock value. Rather than trying to serve you a twelve-course meal of terror, they just focused on catching you off guard (which they did WELL). The highlight of the night was going into the room where a fake wolfman was designed to flip a small bed up against a wall and jump out at you. This portion of the house must have malfunctioned because Repairman Hal and his team of handyman understudies were all working on it in the middle of a tour. Fantastic effort all around.

Oh yeah! Some dead dude caught wind of Reese's "name" and heckled her for several rooms. He got most of it right, calling her "Mareesahhhh!" before Reese stopped, corrected him and immediately went back to being scared.

This weekend I get to go to a San Jose Sharks game in Columbus, Ohio. The Sharks are my 2nd favorite team. Accompanying myself will be Girlfriend Reese, Fun-Fact Ryan McBride and IDK my BFF Rollo. I cannot wait to slum around Columbus for the day before seeing the likes of Milan Michalek, Patrick Marleau ( who looks a great deal like me) and Joe Thornton pummel some junior varsity Blue Jackets. Yes... Excellent birthday present.