Haunted houses are staples of this glorious season, but perhaps they've become too comfortable. Too corny, not really scary; too historical, too... easy.
Hence this article about an amped up version in Minneapolis. The author, T.D. Mischke, describes a new project, simply called "Death." There's no fixed address for the event, so Mischke looks for a rave-style announcement of ad hoc time and place. One appears, then:
After receiving an anonymous tip alerting me to the time and location, I arrived at the appointed intersection in Nordeast Minneapolis only to find a vacant lot. I wasn't out of my car 30 seconds when three large men with masks came up behind me, threw a hood over my head, and wrestled me into the trunk of a sedan. Speakers in the back seat were blaring heavy metal music, and in the trunk, alongside me, was what appeared to be a dead sheep or goat, freshly killed...
Read on. It gets better, or worse.
Is the article fiction, or describing a real thing?
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