Horror Short Stories: A Wicked Night

"Dude, I can't wait to get to Holland Prison tonight. I hear that it's haunted," Jason told his friends.
Jason had blue eyes and orange hair that he'd dyed as the price for losing a bet to his kid brother. Though he got laughed at about it he didn't care, knowing the dye would fade soon enough. He had a few freckles on his face. He was taller than his friends at six feet one inch; it was amusing to look down upon his friends as if he were a giant. he had.