you approach the haunted house. you've always liked this kind of ride. being strapped into a slow moving cart, as all sort's of spooky goings on surround you. the building itself is nothing much. paint peels off of leering monster faces, and ancient speakers crackle spooky theremin music as you walk through the velvet rope maze to the entrance. you finally reach the entrance, and meet the ride operator. he has short spiky blonde hair, and he looks around 19, and his face betrays an expression of immense boredom.
"roll up, roll up. see the amazing house of bores." he says, in a monotone voice.
"you're not exactly selling it very well." you chuckle.
"that's cause there's nothing to sell. its a bunch of carboard mummies and fake bats. not worth the time it took build."
"i'll still ride. how much?" you ask, reaching for your wallet.
"you have awful taste." he says, walking over to the lever that calls a cart. "a fool and his money are soon parted, so ill let you on for free. ill consider this charity work."
you feel somewhat insulted by this, but you dont let it phase you. a cart rolls up, fashioned up as a monster faced low rider. you climb into the cart, but before the bar falls into your lap, you hear something beside you. you turn to see that the ride operator has sat down beside you. you can now see that the name tag on his chest is blank, further showing his apathy towards his job. the bar falls across your lap, locking you in place. the cart begins to move. as it turns the first corner, you see...