Styrofoam Throne
“A total jack-off day, for sure. I slouched in the back of class and hid behind my shaggy, black hair. My legs were out in the aisles because they wouldn’t fit under the desk. But really, nothing about me fit in at school. Surrounded by red-blooded, all-American assholes, I was a horror-obsessed loner. Everyone was buzzing with countdown fever. Their smiles and conspiratorial camaraderie took over the normally somber room. The only thing we did was get our tests back from the day before. The tea...cher handed each one back with a cookie and a look that projected your grade. I didn’t have anyone to talk to, so I ate mine as slowly as possible.
Looking for something else to pay attention to, I zeroed in on a kid wearing a Castle Dunes T-shirt. It was a seasonal haunted attraction anchored to our town’s pier. The commercials and brochures claimed it to be “the largest haunted walk-through attraction in America!” Its five stories dominated the coastline and represented the town’s signature landmark.MoreLess
Looking for something else to pay attention to, I zeroed in on a kid wearing a Castle Dunes T-shirt. It was a seasonal haunted attraction anchored to our town’s pier. The commercials and brochures claimed it to be “the largest haunted walk-through attraction in America!” Its five stories dominated the coastline and represented the town’s signature landmark.MoreLess
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