At the Haunted House, my popularity was on an up

I may look dead but I just cut myself shaving. Can I be your date for tonight forget about Old Ghoulie, I am your man, said a perky young lad lying in the grass, and pretty fresh despite being stabbed in the stomach.
Aach this wound is nothing it looks worse than it is he reassured me. Let's go to the Halloween parties together. Tonight.
I wish I could get into this blood and spilled guts look, but it just makes me queasy.
Mister you have a job to do at the Haunted House and stop chatting up the patrons, you are supposed to be scary not sleazy.

Ok what next in the haunted house?