It was a dark and stormy night…or at least it was going to be very soon.
I had just gotten out of the Lyft down the street from the spectral Bricktown Haunted Warehouse, the original focus of this tale of gastral woe, and was greeted by an excruciatingly long line, one that went for blocks down the street as far as the evil eye could see.
Thinking this was for the local spook-show, under my lonely breath I muffled a silent obscenity to the steady winds.