I was skeptical about the haunted house - as I am of most things in a mall - but went along. Ankit’s friend was a screaming 15 year old girl (for real – not just a figure of speech) and screamed at everything. I started to enjoy myself, looking past the extremely plasticky skeletons and sad attempts at dusty old corpses. We finally screamed our way into a corridor of “body bags”. Malavika - hysterically screaming – refused to walk through it. I stood there trying to push her through when a dark man in a blond wig appeared. I freaked out for a bit before he told us to hurry up. This is a busy country and we were holding up the flow through the haunted house.
Yes, the ending included a bunch of people dressed in wigs and costume ready to scare the craziezzes out of you. Their gig included grabbing you if you were not scared or at least freaked out by the sheer sight of very Indian guys in a very blond wigs. And they doubled as security pushing the slowbiess out of the house. Talk about optimizing cheap manual labour.