When I was in the second grade my friend Suzanne and I were paling around at our school carnival. That was the year they had a haunted house in the clinic. It had a dead body and bowls of eyeballs and brains and all kinds of delicious scary stuff. We went in several times - each time getting a little braver and a little more mouthy. On our last trip in we looked over at the werewolf in the corner. It had been standing there everytime and we hadn't paid much attention to it. It screamed and came at us with it's arms outstretched to grab us! IT SCARED US SILLY! We raced screaming out of the clinic. That was our last visit for the night.
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