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k from day trips with my family was always a six-person run for the bathroom with my father in the lead and my mother in the rear laughing at us.</p><h2 id="6c18">Into the haunted house she goes</h2><p id="73a9">Forgetting all about the bathroom, Jane decided she wanted to get in one last amusement before leaving.</p><p id="00ee">My bladder was telling me differently. I was all for finding a gas station quickly and skipping the Haunted House altogether, but it did pique my curiosity, too. Jane kept insisting we go inside, and her parents acquiesced.</p><p id="d631">Still cautious about what could be in there, I decided to wait outside while Big Jane neared the entrance to evaluate some of its contents before committing herself to the attraction.</p><p id="55e2">After taking a few slow steps inside, she disappeared into the darkness.</p><p id="fd17">I waited a few minutes, but she did not come out, nor was there an answer when I called out to her. I stepped a little closer to the entrance and called to her again — nothing.</p><p id="c3d0"><i>Maybe it was so much fun that she decided to keep walking all the way through and would be coming out of the exit soon.</i></p><p id="8f60">I waited and watched the exit door, but there was still no sign of her.</p><p id="4c97">As I was moving a little closer to the entrance, almost at the doorway to peek inside, from out of the dark, this huge figure came running toward me suddenly, arms waving, screaming like a Banshee — all I could see was something that looked like an apparition, and I peed myself right there on the spot.</p><p id="52f6">It was Big Jane flailing her arms and running out of the haunted house because she saw something that scared her. It was too late for me; by the time I realized it was her, I was already dripping wet from my crotch down to my knees!</p><h2 id="1583">Now she wants to go home</h2><p id="5398">We never did go all the way inside the haunt

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Humor

A Walk-in Haunted House, a Good Friend, and No Bathrooms

Word of advice — don’t enter with a full bladder!

Scary picture of hands on a foggy window, perfect for this haunted house story. Photo by Nathan Wright on Unsplash

This story was published first in LOL — Little Old Lady Comedy on April 20, 2023,

A childhood friend, who referred to herself as “Big Jane” because she was 5’10” and large-boned, invited me to spend the day at Rye Beach with her and her parents. After receiving my mom’s permission, we made the almost two-hour ride to New York.

The park was huge, with lots of walking and, what’s more, lots of space between the few bathrooms they offered.

Toward the end of the day, Big Jane and I had to use the bathroom once more but decided not to wait in the long line. Her parents were anxious to leave for home soon, anyway.

As we’d be on the road for a while, we thought it may be quicker to find a gas station along the way rather than stand in line for another half hour.

As we were about to leave the park, Jane spotted this walk-through Haunted House. It definitely looked inviting, or, should I say, beckoning. It was huge, scary, dark, and intriguing.

I was a little nervous about going in because I had a healthy fear of haunted houses, and I truly needed to sit down as my bladder was bursting.

I had inherited a small bladder from my father’s side, as did my siblings. Coming back from day trips with my family was always a six-person run for the bathroom with my father in the lead and my mother in the rear laughing at us.

Into the haunted house she goes

Forgetting all about the bathroom, Jane decided she wanted to get in one last amusement before leaving.

My bladder was telling me differently. I was all for finding a gas station quickly and skipping the Haunted House altogether, but it did pique my curiosity, too. Jane kept insisting we go inside, and her parents acquiesced.

Still cautious about what could be in there, I decided to wait outside while Big Jane neared the entrance to evaluate some of its contents before committing herself to the attraction.

After taking a few slow steps inside, she disappeared into the darkness.

I waited a few minutes, but she did not come out, nor was there an answer when I called out to her. I stepped a little closer to the entrance and called to her again — nothing.

Maybe it was so much fun that she decided to keep walking all the way through and would be coming out of the exit soon.

I waited and watched the exit door, but there was still no sign of her.

As I was moving a little closer to the entrance, almost at the doorway to peek inside, from out of the dark, this huge figure came running toward me suddenly, arms waving, screaming like a Banshee — all I could see was something that looked like an apparition, and I peed myself right there on the spot.

It was Big Jane flailing her arms and running out of the haunted house because she saw something that scared her. It was too late for me; by the time I realized it was her, I was already dripping wet from my crotch down to my knees!

Now she wants to go home

We never did go all the way inside the haunted house that day because whatever she saw scared the living daylights out of her, and she scared the water out of me.

It was an uncomfortable walk to her parent’s car and, without a change of clothes, an even more uncomfortable ride home.

Jane was quiet, her face pale. She never did tell us what she saw that scared her so badly — but, after all, it was a haunted house!

Thanks so much for reading. If you enjoyed my story, here are a couple more you may like. To be added to my mailing list, click here. Feel free to reply to any of my stories. Happy reading!