Scaredy Cat

The very first thing I do at Nightmare Ridge is use my phone to take a picture of the banner over the main entrance.

Quickly I duck out of the stream of foot traffic on their way into the haunt and post it on my socials, barely needing a filter to make it pop perfectly creepily against tonight’s cloudy sky.

Excitement and anticipation build in my stomach until I can practically taste it when I swallow back a grin. I don’t mean to look like a psycho coming in, but I do really love this place. Every year they have something a little different, and this year feels like it’ll be the best year yet.

From further inside the haunt, screams follow the loud, mechanical sounds of chainsaws revving, seeming to prove my prediction correct.