Maeve spotted the horror attraction first. It was a dimly lit haunted house tucked into the back corner of the park, almost hidden behind rows of tall, gnarled trees and artificial fog that drifted ominously across the entrance.
Neon lights flashed the attraction's name above us 'The Manor of Shadows' in a font that dripped like blood.
The whole place looked straight out of a creepy horror movie, and, judging by Maeve's wide-eyed stare, it was hitting its mark.
She glanced at me, her expression an uncharacteristic mix of nerves and enthusiasm.
"Ready for some frights?" she asked, trying to sound confident, though her hands fidgeted slightly as she adjusted her shirt.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I teased, nudging her with my shoulder. "I mean, I wouldn't have guessed this was your thing."
