I Was a New Year’s Grinch

“I have to bail…” Those were the words I saw on my phone as I walked up to the front gate. Rain pelted my face, so I raised the hood on my winter coat. I hurried underneath the fake house that served as decor for Haunt and Winterfest at Kings Island, trying to find a place out of the wind. It was OK; I was sad about my friend not joining me for the New Year’s Eve celebration at the park, but I understood. She was sick, and the last thing she…