Banned from the Dracula experince in Whitby
well,

I had just brought myself a shiny new car. I say new it was the first and only car I have ever had that was under ten years old. And as it would be another four months before I would find out that the cooling system was about 98% radweld, I was feeling pretty chuffed.

I called my mates up and suggested we arise at the crack of noon to take a road trip up the coast to Whitby. we arrived just as everything was winding down. After wondering around for a bit and getting some chips and looking at the goths we decided to go to the Dracula experince as it was about £2 each, and it was closing in about 5 mins.

I reckon we paid about 1.50 too much. its basically a dark room where you walk about waxwork scenes from the book accompanied by bbc sound effects. Anyway being three twenty something lads we behaved like six year olds, jumping out and grabbing each other shouting "BOO". It was all fun and games until we got to the end.

As we reached the end a real member of the undead burst from a side room and tried to suck our blood. My friends cowered behind me as in a flash I unsheathed my trusty broadsword and smote the minion of satan.


Hang on. That dosent sound right.

Lets back that up a bit and reassess the situation. Thats not a servant of the unholy one, Its a teenage lad in a bad halloween costume trying to get us to hurry up and leave so he can go home. Oh dear I seem to have twatted him in the face with the rolled up big issue I was carrying under my arm.

We ran out the beckoning exit, and all the way to the car. I now have a phobia about returning to Whitby in case he recognizes me.

length? about A4 size. If it had the girth of a sunday paper I might just of got a assault conviction.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 21:30, Reply)