Halloween was already going to suck. I had the unfortunate luck of having to move to a new apartment by November 1st. I spent the entire weekend packing and moving. I had no time to dress up this year, but I did take a little time on Friday night to run in to the city for the Haunted House on the Lower East Side. The description sounded too good to pass up.

It opened at 7 pm. I tried to get there by 6:30, but didn't get there till 8. There was already a line about a block long.

Haunted House NYC

I asked a haunted employee how long the wait was. He said I would be on my way home in an hour (line, haunted house and all). I didn't really have that much time, but I waited anyway. It took a little over an hour to get to the door. Not too bad. I was about five people from going in. That's when another haunted employee walked out of the door I was about to go in.

He yelled, "People! There is an hour and a half wait from here! Please consider that before going in!"

"We're never getting all these people in here tonight," he whispered to another employee.

Haunted House NYC

The hour had just turned into 2.5. In classic Simpsons fashion, the line you could see outside was less than half the total wait, and the first guy had completely lied. I went in the door anyway. Once in, you got a ticket and waited for your number to be called. In the meantime, you could buy drinks at their bar while you were bored out of your mind waiting for the 5 minute haunted tour.

Haunted House NYC

I saw someone come out. I asked them if it was worth it ($20 a person plus the wait). They told me to save my money and go get some pizza...so I did (minus the pizza part).

Haunted House NYC