The haunted house looked positively dilapidated. It looked like it ought to be condemned. But that was just the set dressing.

You and the rest of the 141 stood in the line waiting to get in, talking and laughing as you waited your turn to enter. A bloodied clown stood at the door, scaring people as they entered, cackling maniacally with sharpened teeth.

You could tell right off the bat that this was going to be fun.