We dared to enter.
She more daring than your typical soon-to-be 8 year old princess ought.
But then again, maybe not.
Maybe she was just as daring as the eyes do tell.
A little bit of heaven, a little bit of hell.
Glowing like that in the dark of night
she probably has visions to give you a fright.
But in we went, no cameras aloud.
Spookable sounds and a tight grip.
Somewhat muddy, best not slip.
Or the demons will get you.
The tighter the grip, the more the fear
The more the fear, the faster the pace.
The faster the pace to end up finally in an open field race.
The black light spiders and scorpions stood out.
That was our favorite.
In the darkened house where not even lanterns were permitted.
People screaming.
Some pants pissed and most likely shitted.
But not the Dragon Princess.
No.
She said hi to the ghosties.
Hello to the ghouls.
Giggled at wolfies.
Waved to the fools.
Until the texas chainsaw massacre guy came out of the corn from no where chasing us and she took off running clutching my hand so hard the blood stopped flowing to my fingers as she dragged me the rest of the way.
Was a great experience.
Have a good week.