We walk up to the temporary ticket boothe that stands between a caramel apple stand and a Porta-Potty.
"Two tickets, please," Ashley says.
"Thirty dollars,"the apathetic woman replies. Ashley hands her the money and grabs the tickets.
"Excited?" Ashley asks me.
"Not really," I say. "I’m scared. You know I don’t like haunted houses."

She kisses me and grabs my hand, leading us to the line that goes into the huge haunted house. "Spence, don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand."

As we approach the entrance, the house begins to look even bigger. This one is four stories high and is notorious for being really scary. Not really my idea of a good time, but Ashley has her heart set on it. Ashley hands the guy at the door out tickets. He eyes us strangely and lets us in.

It is pitch black in here. Holding my hand, Ashley leads the way. Down the hall, a clown jumps out at us and cackles his unnerving clown laugh. My mind immediately flashes to John Wayne Gacy. He was this guy in the ’70s who dressed up like a clown. He raped and killed like 30-something teenage boys. I shake my head of the thought and now I’m officially terrified. I squeeze Ashley’s hand tighter, and apparently too hard.

"It’s okay, Spencer," she laughs.
"Ash! This is not okay!" I hiss.

The hall winds to a stair case that we follow. We can hear people screaming ahead of us. Suddenly, Ashley pulls me behind the black curtain that forms the walls of the hallway.

"Ashley, what the heck are you doing?" I whisper.
She pushes me up against a wall and kisses me softly. Pulling away she says, "We’re gonna have sex, horn dog. What did you think?" Her tone makes me feel stupid for asking in the first place.
"Of course," I laugh. Well, having sex with Ashley is certainly better than getting the shit scared out of me in this crazy haunted house.

Ashley takes a step back and looks me up and down thoughtfully. "You wore too many clothes," she whines.
"Ash, it’s like 45 degrees outside. I wasn’t gonna come naked."
"Well, that’s how you usually come," she teases.

I sigh like I’m annoyed, but really her smart-ass comment turned me on. She steps towards me again and takes my jacket off, kissing and nibbling on my neck. I moan as she begins sucking on it, making sure to leave a mark. I take off her jacket and begin moving my hands up and down her back gently.