It was an old house full of cobwebs; the grass surrounding it was long and unkept. I was loitering around with a friend after convincing her that we were about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime. That's not speaking too highly of her intelligence since she agreed to go along with me. The message was loud and clear: no one was welcome in this place of mystery.

The blades of grass slashed our skin to shreds as we moved closer to the house. This was literally a glass house. We entered the building and marveled at how majestic that creepy place looked. I was not satisfied, I wanted to see more, but I couldn't get to the first floor as there were no stairs, just a glass slide! We tried to climb up but kept slipping around the halfway mark. I suppose the people of the house did not take too kindly to intruders.

I climbed on top of my friend's shoulder in an attempt to grab hold of the chandelier and swing like an ape till I reached that floor. It was good while it lasted, and then the chandelier came crashing down with us underneath. It was so heavy, we couldn't move, and the glass, as you would expect, had cut us pretty deep. We lay there bleeding with no hope of any help coming our way. As I lay there impatiently waiting for death to come, I couldn't help but think that this was, by far, one of the dumbest ideas I have had in a really long time.