Well, there you have it, folks! Let it never be said that you can’t find love in a haunted basement!” I laugh. It’s not a fake laugh for the camera, either—it’s real, uninhibited, wholehearted laughter bursting out of me, and it feels incredible. It’s euphoric. Cathartic. Ridiculous. It’s all so silly, so absurd. But that’s exactly what happened, isn’t it? I found love in a haunted basement. And I’ll never be the same again.
