Halloween is by far my favorite holiday. However, like many things in Miami, the "Nightmare: Ghost Stories" haunted house was amazingly promoted with a mediocre, at best, execution. Perhaps the scariest part of the house was the random drunk Cuban guy standing in the corner holding a plastic arm and a roll of duct tape. My best guess is that he stole the appendage to be funny and had been reprimanded to fix it.
After that experience and a few overpriced "Graveyard Punches" from the bar, we headed to Grass to continue the evening with an entire wall of severed hands. We fist pumped. The hands high-fived.