From there, the haunted house led through several other surreal scenes; a mental hospital complete with electroshock therapy and screams, an operating theater presided over by a mad surgeon, a room of hanging limbs, and on and on. Despite the cheesiness of it all, Griselda jumped and squealed, more than once leaping into Greneth's arms. The first time she pulled away immediately, but each time she stayed just a millisecond longer.
At this rate I might get a hug in a year.
With each room, and each scare, Griselda grew more eager, dragging him from horror to horror, until they reached a set of heavy double doors.
Greneth frowned. "Are we supposed to-"
He didn't get the sentence finished before she threw the doors open and dragged him into a dark room. Greneth could see through the gloom, to a heavy Victorian bedroom, complete with a curtained four poster bed. There were people, poised and ready, waiting for the right moment to move.