I knew I liked you.
For a couple of years at Hallowe'en, before it became prohibitively expensive, we used to go to Haunted Trails, an interactive haunted house in the Wild Basin Nature Preserve. It was both pish-your-pants scary (the make-up and effects were done by the film community, and half of the event was out in the middle of the woods - we loved getting inside the actual house, because it limited the directions that things could come at you), and game-based, in that there was stuff you needed to do in order to "win" at the end.
The first year we went, the story was very Half-Life
-inspired SF horror, and early on we ended up with a computer disk, which hangingfire
took from an eviscerated soldier. What the rest of our team didn't know until after the trip was over, however, is that Hangingfire passed the disk off to me while we were walking in the woods, and we quickly and quietly decided which other person in the group we would accuse of being in possession of it if, should it it became necessary to do so. As it turned out, we didn't have to sell out our designated patsy, but she was still terribly offended when the truth came to light.