I’m all for a good scare on Halloween, but not so much when it sends a toddler to therapy for the next decade or 8. That thing would make any child shit out their soul. Then again, I see it both ways. All kids get nowadays are trophies and handouts. It’s becoming an epidemic among the youts in this country. I don’t have a problem with making them earn that fun-sized Snickers. Gotta want it. And not pissing themselves gets them two.
Even so, the scariest part about that thing is the price, amiright? No, seriously. $295 for just shipping and handling? And these costs don’t include the inevitable trauma lawsuits.
Whoever owns this better hope Tyrone doesn’t swing by their house. The old hag would instinctively be sent to back to hell before she even left her seat.
PS – Bonus A+ scare. All-time patience and execution right here.