Stacy's story submitted with Brickman:
Several years ago (in a land far, far away) I was in college and had some friends visiting from out of town. It was sometime around Halloween, and we were out looking for a good scare. A local friend had mentioned that a certain boarded-up house a few streets over was supposedly haunted, so we drove over to take a look. We got there, and saw that it was indeed boarded up. I was curious anyway, and got out of the car, along with one of the guys. We walked around to the other side of the house to see if there was anything interesting visible on that side. Once we were out of earshot of the car, I whispered to him, "on the count of three, run back to the car, act scared, see if we can scare the others!" I counted, and we tore around the side of the house, back to the car. I fell and slid in the gravel, and we jumped into the car. The driver saw us, and as soon as the door was closed we were gone.
