frat orgies

Waking up dead was never this much fun.
I’m a big guy, especially where it counts. Lately, though, seems like a lot of people in this college town are looking right through me. I’ve got to nudge a guy pretty hard to get his attention. And now my place is getting a reputation as a so-called haunted house.

Some of the frat guys say I’m a ghost. Not sure I’m ready to hang that label on myself, but… *shrug*

Anyway, we’ve dreamed up a wild plan to haze this year’s crop of incoming freshmen. Let them spend a night in my big gay haunted house. When I say, “Boo,” one wild party is going to fire up. And it’s guaranteed to turn all those straight frat boys completely gay.