The boys are having a blast

The Haunted House had dozens of doors. Nobody knew how many. But one was a favourite.

Ben had been sitting there all evening with a pair of guys from the football team, shooting the shit. He didn't normally hang out with the football guys. They thought he was a nerd, and he thought they were meatheads. But for some reason, they'd really bonded tonight. One of them handed him a beer and said "Check this out."

Mayor Peggy Jackson, a bombshell blonde in a knockout green dress, was coming down the back stairs, treading carefully in her high heels. A figure of a skeleton in a straw hat crouched at the bottom of the stairs, peering into an old-fashioned camera, the kind where you had to manually squeeze a flashbulb.

Above it, something dangled in the air. Another skeleton was leaning out of a second-floor window, holding a fishing rod with a gold coin attached to the end of the line. Peggy stopped in front of the skeleton, on the wooden platform, as girls had been doing all night long. She reached up with both hands, standing on tiptoes to try to grab the coin.

A gust of wind blasted from below, sending her dress soaring up around her waist and showing off her frilly pink panties. The boys cheered. The camera flashed. Peggy shrieked and grabbed at her skirt, wrestling with the air to get it back down over her lovely thighs. Dignity finally restored, she scowled at the boys and stalked off into the night.

A device near the boys beeped, and a photo was printed out. Ben peeled it off and thumbtacked it to a board labelled WALL OF SHAME, next to a dozen others. He raised a beer can in salute to the football players, and they settled in to wait for their next victim.