Tasha grabbed his arm and started walking.
Not suggesting it. Actually walking, her hand already through his elbow, pulling him with the specific energy of someone who had made a decision and was now executing it while the other person caught up.
"We're going," she said.
"I didn't agree to that," he said, being pulled.
"You didn't disagree fast enough," she said.
They moved along the path toward the haunted house, the sounds of the rest of the park behind them, the building getting closer and more committed in its aesthetic the nearer they got.
The cobwebs along the roofline were dense and deliberate, the paint on the exterior specifically chosen to look like something had been wrong with it for a long time, the sign above the door flickering slightly even in daylight.
They were about ten steps from the entrance when the door opened.
A figure stepped out.
