Per Christina’s recommendation, on Saturday night a group of us bundled up and drove out to Bumfuck, Maryland (how I wish that were its real name!), outside of Poolesville, in an effort to attend that which has been rated by AOL City Guide as the fourth best Halloween attraction in the country: Markoff’s Haunted Forest. And it was awesome! Granted, initially it was a bit slow and made us all feel old - there were loads of high school kids, and the wait was considerable - but the walk through the forest made everything totally worth it. It was set-up to feature scenes from various horror films, and may I just say that by far the best one was that of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, when we were actually chased by chainsaw-weilding Leatherfaces - freaky and intense, and got the blood flowin’. It was highly enjoyable, and I know Dom, Gen, and Chris were amused by mine and Greg’s reactions, because of course we were placed at the very front of the group and therefore received the vast majority of the scares. Between Greg’s excessive freaked-out cursing and my high-pitched shrieks, I’m sure we scared the actors just as they scared us. Too funny.

We got a bit lost on the way back to VA and ended up driving through the forest on a dark, one-laned road that didn’t seem to go anywhere (and indeed, some street signs appeared where there were no streets, very “Twilight Zone”-esque). Ultimately, though, we got out of there and found I-495, though we did manage to intrigue ourselves with stories of homicidal maniacs posing as hitchhikers en route … as you do. But all was well and fine in the end, and I found it quite an amusing way to spend a Saturday night.