${Name}'s hand clenched her son and husband's hands hard with immensely sweaty warmth. They all laughed, but to her it was no joke. Her heart fluttered in fear of this forsaken attraction; 'Mr. Aids Ghoulish-Gasm-Goria'! She touched up her ${HairLength} ${Hair Color} hair after a gust of wind, gulping as she had a terrible feeling she'd come to meet her worst fear in this Haunted House: ${Fear}
Her Husband could sense her genuine unease through their laughs. He craned his head forward. "Don't worry, Honey. It's just another Halloween attraction. People come to these all the time, and nothing ever happens!". Even her son rang in to speak. "Yeah, Mom. C'mon, it'll be fun, there's no way we're going back!".
And so, her feet betrayed her mind as she reluctantly accepted that there's no turning back now. The ${Bodytype} woman arrived to the decrepit front doors, as the scary masked men taking tickets up front secretly eyed her body up and down, taking note of her ${Erotic1} and ${Erotic2}. With their tickets taken, the creaky doors struggled open, and an otherworldly mix of green and purple lights from inside shot out. She stepped in with her Husband and Son, feeling ${Attitude}.
The doors SLAMMED shut, and left the three in silence as they stood in what looked like a long abandoned grand foyer. Painted with black, covered in cobwebs, and with rolling fog hiding decorations such as all the various paintings; Their objective was simple. Explore the house, and find a key to escape from the basement.