Ok. My son and I helped my cousin at their haunt on Friday night. We had a great time. Their haunt is a very good walk and worth the money. It has a lot of potential tobe an even better haunt next year. Now on with the fun stuff. From the night I have two great memories that make the whole standing and waiting well worth it. First, a boy around 15 years old came to my scene with his parents and friends. He was talking about how it wasn't very scary yet but he wasn't sure about this scene. I jump out from behind a coffin and yell "I need food". That boy stood and screamed a scream that I never even heard a girl scream. I almost started laughing right in the middle of my scare. The second was a group of only two young women came through. I jumped out of the shadows and as soon as she saw me she started back peddleing. Of course I just kept walking towards her. She finally fell over a couple corn stalks. I reached down to help her up, as a gentleman should. She looked up at me and said "Don't you touch me!" I almost died laughing again. It is those moments that I live for. Does that make me a bad person?