Ghosts. OOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOooooooo. Spooky.
Somehow I’ve gone and got myself trapped in a house with an evil ghost (although the instructions do later claim that, depending on the difficulty level chosen, it is evil on a sliding scale of be ‘spine chilling’ to ‘almost friendly’. An almost friendly evil ghost).
I’ll tell you why I’m NOT in this scary haunted house. I’m NOT here to try and have a rude time with the ghost, like Steve Guttenburg in the film High Spirits where he is desperate to get his bits covered in spooky Darryl Hanah’s ectoplasm.
No. That’s not why I’m here. At all. Honestly.
Let me out.