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Last night a Mom and family arrived here from 130 miles away she said she and hers were planning upon going to another "haunt" (closer to home) when she walked into a gas station and noticed a woman with a strange sticker on her chest.
"What is that?"
"It's a ticket from a haunted house called The Ravens Grin Inn in Mount Carroll."
"We were planning upon going to see $&^%# Haunted Attraction."
"Go to The Raven's Grin instead."
And they did.
Maybe the little pteradactyl image on the ticket caught her eye? It is a really old Raven you know, just like me! (Hiding out from the museum scientist's scalple!)
"We have to cut him open to see how he could have lived so long."
"What is that?"
"It's a ticket from a haunted house called The Ravens Grin Inn in Mount Carroll."
"We were planning upon going to see $&^%# Haunted Attraction."
"Go to The Raven's Grin instead."
And they did.
Maybe the little pteradactyl image on the ticket caught her eye? It is a really old Raven you know, just like me! (Hiding out from the museum scientist's scalple!)
"We have to cut him open to see how he could have lived so long."