Pretty much the view I had when I first espied the accursed place. Except in daylight. And nothing is scary in daylight. Except gingivitis!
A reverse shot of the above hill. It would be scary to sled down that, huh? But it'd be even scarier to sled up it!
Whee!
The barn on the property. Rumor has it that the inside has been pimped out and it is haunted by rich men from downstate!
Welcome to Hell. Won't you come in? But please take off your shoes. I just mopped.
The Long Lonely Walk of Allan Ross.
This ski lift chair was hanged until dead.
A veritable gallows.
Hell is a revolving door
It's all fun and games until the wolfsbane blooms. Then it's mostly just games. Scrabble, mainly.
It was like watching an episode of Ghost Hunters. Only, with more scares and less soiling of oneself.
This comment is not even vaguely amusing!
Hungry did you say? Pardon me while the left side of the image swallows you!
It's a store room. Move along.
Satan drinks because you cry!
No. Seriously.
Legend has it that a reuben sandwich was once constructed in this kitchen... using white bread!
An obvious forgery. Everyone knows that ghosts are illiterate. This is why they cannot hold steady employment!
Everyone looks for a suitable place to masturbate.
I'm masturbating.
What is this? Time Run out? Our Dynamic Duo duped by diagonal directions? Tune in Next Week! Same bat time. Same bat channel!
You think you've seen creepy. Then you find this room.
Creep. E.
Ghosts do not wear coats.
Ever seen The Riddle of the Red Room? That's some fucked up shit to be showing kids, man. Nightmares for weeks.
Contractors be-ware!
In silent R'Lyeh he lay slee-
Fuck. Run.
The testicles of a dozen stone giants adorn this wall.
This is a window. A non-insulated window! Gape at the R value lossage!
Gabriel surveys the damage his ATV hath wrought. To be fair. He totally didn't see Dale sleeping there.
So scary you'll poop yourself. Then, being outside and alone, the poop will be so frightened it crawls back up inside you.
Safely back at camp, we enjoy a rousing game of horse-shoes to steady our nerves. What, ho! A ringer. You owe me a farthing, Woodsbury!
A farthing, damn you!
Kelly and Greg prepare succulent salmon wraps. Only the best to go with our Natty Light!
I am not cleaning that shit up, yo.