Yeah so I kind of told my parents that I was going to a friends house...instead we ran off to Witch's Woods. I surprisingly wasn't paranoid about the consequences if I were to get caught or whatever (fyi, I didn't get caught) but it was SO worth it. Can you say blasting Michael Jackson's Thriller basically the entire ride there? I love getting scared to the point where I have to pee my pants...not. Although, that almost happened when we went into this clown house because I am deathly terrified of clowns.
