Halfway through our hayride, around the second bend into the woods, two of our fellow riders — the clown and the guy with the Scream mask propped on top of his head — jumped out. Unlike the rest of us, who had taken the hayride for fall family fun, these guys took it as a ride to work. After the sun went down, they were to jump out from behind or swing down from trees to terrify folks riding the haunted version of our sweet hayride.
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