“A bunch of us are going to the Halloween Haunted House down by the park. Wanna come?” asked Jesse.
Brad shot him a skeptical look. “What kind is it?”
Jesse’s eyes lit up. “It’s awesome, it’s so realistic.”
“Not a chance,” dismissed Brad.
“If it’s too scary we’ll protect you,” scoffed Jesse, holding out his hand.
Brad slapped it away. “It’s not about that. It’s a pre-packaged murder site.”
“Think about it. It’s probably dark, there’s screaming all around, there’s fake gore everywhere. Someone could be murdered and the body wouldn’t be discovered for hours,” explained Brad.
Jesse frowned. “That’s a good point.”
“As far as I know, you’re inviting me along just to murder me. People would just think I’m part of the display. No thank you. I’m not walking into a death trap.”
Jesse’s shoulders dropped. “I’ve never thought about it that way before. That’s so true. You know what? You’re a real jerk. Thanks for ruining haunted houses for me.”
“You should be thanking me,” replied Brad. “Besides, truth is always scarier than fiction.”