A haunted ride seemed rather redundant considering her family life. When your mother was a water demon and your father was technically sort of dead maybe and also cried a lot, and one of your siblings was definitely psychotic, well, you didn’t really react to ‘scary’ things the same way.
So she wasn't sure why she’d bothered to get into the line haunted house ride, which promised screams and scares and had a big goofy animatronic witch at the entrance.
There was another filly ahead of her, someone she vaguely recognized from school, which unfortunately meant they would be sharing the cart together. Witch Hazel couldn’t ignore her. She would have to say hello and then they wouldn’t just be going to the same school, they would be acquaintances.
This really wasn’t worth the bother.
But it was their turn now, so she stepped up the metal steps as the cart jerked around the corner and came to a quick stop.
