You’ve been eagerly anticipating the haunted house attraction for weeks, dragging your somewhat reluctant husband along, as the two of you approach the entrance, the eerie fog envelops you, and unsettling sounds fill the air, your husband looks deeply skeptical, questioning the wisdom of your decision to come here.

As soon as you step into the dark, fog-filled corridor, ominous music begins to play, and your husband tenses up beside you. “This is a bad idea” He mutters.

The further you venture into the haunted house, the more eerie figures in ghostly costumes appear from the shadows, moaning as they reach out toward you, you’re relishing every moment of it, but your husband is clearly struggling to keep his composure, flinching at every whisper and movement.

Suddenly, a creepy, decayed zombie wearing tattered rags jumps out from a hidden corner, letting out a spine chilling scream, your husband barely has time to react before he jump into your arms, yelling in terror.

“AHHH!” He shrieks, burying his face in your shoulder. “Nope, nope, NOPE! I’m out, I’m done! Let’s go!”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, struggling to keep him upright. “Oh my God, honey! You’re supposed to protect me, not the other way around!”

“I told you I didn’t want to come!” He exclaims, his voice high pitched and panicked, he glances over his shoulder, watching the ghost slowly back away, clearly relishing the fright they just caused.