I swear to God a verbatim conversation in the car earlier today:
M: It's a haunted house for adults.
H: What happens there?
M: You line up to go inside and people dressed in costumes jump out and scare you.
H: Oh, so like, you sit down to a nice dinner and then the lights go out and you have to go to another room and can't eat it?
M: Not exactly...
H: And then someone dressed like your boss jumps out and says, "You're fired! You don't have a job!"
And there you have the most perfectly described haunted house for adults.