Running from the haunted house

 So we went to the haunted house, the four of us. We rang the bell expecting a large lurch-like man come out lumbering at us, speak slowly in a drone of a voice. Nobody ever dead. The wind rattled the windows, the floor under our feet creaked and the clouds rumbled. How comical. We'd be stuck inside the haunted house during a thunderstorm It's like running into a set of a horror movie with great excitement.

Guys should we...erm...maybe get some shelter...in the car...somebody spoke up, finally. Not like we're going to be driving in this wind and storm, you never know how the tides might rise, and there's the winds as well, don't want to hit fallen branches. But if we want to be safe and warm might get into the car and eat...the...snacks, no? It's not like we weren't prepared exactly for this, right?

What a thing to say.

Somehow we'd foreseen this. Two kilos of chiura and fried precooked noodles, tomatoes, many many jars of soda. Warm clothes, rain clothes, digging equipment, flashlight, tents even -- though we preferred to just crash inside the car if it came to that. Hand sanitizers and toilet rolls too. We could ride out the storm for a good week, if we had to. The playlist I'd prepared for it wouldn't repeat for two days, and if you considered the time we'd spent sleeping, we'd be set for a week. This was going to be an adventure.

We rushed to the car. The doors were locked. The driver kept pressing the unlock button, to no avail. We glared at him in desperation, banging at the tightly shut windows. He ran in, panting, and tried to fiddle with the keys outside the driver's door.

He jiggled sharply on one direction. And then the other. The car gave a sharp shriek, we hoped that was the sign of it declaring defeat and letting us in. We were all completely drenched at the point, which wouldn't be a big problem since we'd brought in multiple change of clothes each inside the car. But if we didn't make into the car -- and this was beginning to look like a real possibility -- we would be in real trouble. It was cold and windy, the haunted house would be the only place to stay in safely and avoid dying of the cold or the winds and the storm.

Is this how it will end, I thought. In the hands of the ghosts who wouldn't let us in the car. All that preparation and planning and talking through all the situations for nothing. All the planning and organizing to a nough. Alas. Things were looking quite bleak.

We have to go back to the haunted house now guys, don't we, I said.