The scab from my butter knife injury has finally fallen off. And yes, I am more than likely going to have a nice little scar. It will serve as a forever reminder that though they are often overlooked, butter knives are definitely a dangerous form of cutlery.
Be careful, friends. It’s a dangerous world out there.
As I mentioned previously, I am going to Sloss Fright Furnace next weekend. I have never been, and I am SO stinking excited. I am really 15 years old on the inside (Jonathan Taylor Thomas pictures from the late 90s still make me more than a little bit giddy), and I think haunted houses/attractions are fantastic.
By fantastic I really mean terrifying.
I scream. I shake. I panic. I hyperventilate. I say bad words.
Then I leave and tell everyone how awesome it was and try to convince the people with me that I was just pretending to be scared the whole time.
I do this to myself every year.
But Sloss Fright Furnace? This place is supposed to be the real deal. Like super, super scary. In order to prepare for the experience, I have been looking up some information online about what exactly it is that I will be facing. Apparently, in the tour of the actual furnace (there is also a haunted trail… more on that later), there is a “furnace catwalk.”
That sounds promising.
Walking on a narrow and elevated path?
I will be totally fine. It isn’t like I struggle walking on regular surfaces or anything.
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Honestly, though, I’m more worried about the outdoor trail than anything.
This is how the website introduces the trail:
Are you ready to face your deepest, darkest, fears armed with nothing but a flickering light?
I’m interested to see how they are going to pull this one off.
Is inadequacy going to follow me around as failure grabs at my ankles?
I kid, I kid.
I’m excited.
I am. I’m not just trying to pump myself up because I am truly nervous and scared to death.
Really. I promise.
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