I didn't know that was how the midnight Haunted House tour through the old penitentiary would end.

The tour broken into pairs, and each pair locked into individual cells on A Block.

And then left there. In the dark. Pitch black dark, except for the faint moonlit glow through the barred windows across the way.

Yeah, the teens, who made up most of our group of 25, spent most of their time screaming.

But I suspect now that the amorous couple I noticed on the couch in the waiting room before the tour started knew about that final feature.

We didn't.

But yeah, I enjoyed it.

The wife?

Well, since Cell 6 was totally dark when they locked the two of us in it, and there was no way to be absolutely sure we were alone without feeling around the entire cell...

She said she was counting hands.