The haunted house was everything the reviews promised: pitch-black corridors, fog machines choking the air with cold mist, chainsaws revving somewhere in the distance, and actors jumping out with perfect timing to make my heart slam against my ribs. My friends and I had been laughing and screaming for twenty minutes straight, clutching each other’s arms as we stumbled through the maze of rooms themed around an abandoned asylum.
I was dressed as a sexy nurse, a short white dress with red trim, thigh-high white stockings with little red crosses, garter belt holding them up, and a nurse cap pinned into my loose blonde waves. The costume was meant to be cute and flirty for Halloween night, but right now the thin fabric felt way too exposing as cold air brushed against my barely-covered ass ev
