October 28th, 1997

I was a teen-age ghost A night behind the mask at one of KC’s haunted houses is loud, sweaty-and kind of fun

It was 7:30 on a Monday night as I waited for my first victim. Soon I heard a woman’s voice and two pairs of footsteps approach the room. I quickly tugged on the tight rubber mask, the one that looks like a mutant version of Carl from “Sling Blade. ” I almost didn’t get it on in time to shuffle to my hiding spot. A young couple entered the room, the girl clutching her boyfriend’s shirt. They couldn’t see…