“Dave, what are we doing at the old Glenwood Mansion? You know this place gives me the creeps.”
“Oh, c’mon Shelly. Are you really scared of a drafty old house that no one’s lived in for decades, that was home to ritualistic killings in the late nineteenth century, and whose last inhabitants were driven completely insane by the demons living in the basement?”
“Why, yes, Dave. Yes, I am.”
“Don’t worry, Shelly. I’ll protect you. And besides, Mike and Sharon brought beer and weed. We’ll just party a little, and then break off from the group to find an unsecure location to fool around for a bit. It’s the perfect location for a romantic evening together. I mean, what could go wrong?”
