Last night I went to my first haunted house production since my third-grade self was blindfolded and forced to stick my hand in a bowl of peeled grapes and spaghetti at the low-budget Halloween spook fests held in elementary.

“Oooh. Are you going to be SKAA-red?” Baby Daddy said to me before we left.

Uh, no, not likely. I mean, are we talking scared or startled? I don’t know if a haunted house with costumed zombies and fake blood really has the ability to genuinely SCARE me. Like hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-standing-up, goosebumps, heart-beating, can’t-open-your-eyes scared. Now maybe a real haunted house with some ghostly activity—that would freakin’ scare the living daylights out of me. (*scare the living daylights* so a phrase my mom uses).

I was wrong, just a bit. I was frightened – but more from all the B.A.R.K.L.E.’s * in attendance than anything else.

We arrived at the KUBE 93.3 Haunted House around 8:30 last night and were greeted with a long line of people waiting. Who knew this thing was so popular? Luckily the wait was made even sweeter with a $1 cup of SwissMiss hot cocoa, and it wasn’t long before we found ourselves at the entrance.

This year, the radio station is holding their yearly Halloween production at the Georgetown Morgue—a former funeral service, crematorium and meat-packing facility before becoming KUBE’s haunted house. Apparently, the building has a shady past with stories about a body disappearing from the embalming table and showing up in someone’s front yard, dismembered. And supposedly, a guy also was buried alive there when an earthquake in 1965 caused a tower of the mortuary to cave in, and nine employees were massacred, forced into the crematory and all burned alive, in 1968. Spooooky!

The haunted house plays off this theme, with autopsy tables and the grossest of all—hanging slaughtered animals and bags of what seem to be dead bodies that you have to weave through. Eww yuck. I wasn’t necessarily super scared, but I was super startled. I didn’t loosen the grip I had on Baby Daddy’s waist until we were safely through the dark hallways with “machine guns” that shot at the back of my head, the moving, crooked room with strobe lights and creepy clowns, and all the dark corners that seemed to have actors jumping out of them.

While it was a little cheesy, I love anything and everything that has to do with Halloween—so I’d recommend it to any of you Halloween lovers out there. And, it’s totally worth a $15 date night. ($15 = Entrance fee + hot chocolate).

* B.A.R.K.L.E. stands for people from Burien, Auburn, Renton, Kent, Lynwood, Everett. My friend Jana taught me that phrase, and it cracks my shit up!

Currently Feeling: Ill from all the Halloween candy I’ve consumed today.
Currently Anticipating: This new Nia fitness class I’m taking at the gym tonight.
Currently Hating: That flowers die so quickly!