Shit. I Ain't Scaird!

Okay, so last year my halloween haunted house adventure was tainted with too much booze (and too many pills) and by me laughing at a masked dude with glasses who got so upset at me laughing at him that he said "you don't have to be so mean!" and stormed off. And this year my first NYC haunted house experience consisted of me and the boy waiting in the pouring rain for an hour (after paying $20 each) and then being greeted by a shitty experience with little creativity and a 3D maze that went on for way too long---actually when the web site disclaims "our actors won't touch you" it kind of ruins the whole effect....so when they actually did grab my ankles (and i called them out on it) they got up, got mad, and flipped me off. Fucking shitty haunted house actors.

For a far more disturbing experience, I highly recommend Netflixing Ichi the Killer it's Japanese horror at its best.