I stayed on the haunted Queen Mary. Alone. On the lower deck. I felt water beneath me.
Please take note of the button to the left of the toilet. It requires using your foot to stomp and flush.
No, that's not my dad's college dorm room -- it's my amenities.
Might I remind you, I am still recovering from the haunted house my parents took me to in the 4th grade. A high school boy chased me with a Jason chainsaw. My father laughed with delight.
I am proud to have survived the night.
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