The Haunted House

The Haunted House

The Haunted House The day was October 31, 2000, and I was at my friend, Danielle A____, house for a Halloween party. My softball team decided to throw a party, and everyone was to dress in costumes from the movie The League of Their Own. After we bobbed for apples and toilet papered (rolled) different houses, we all decided to go to a haunted house. I guess one could say it was like any other haunted house. There was fake blood, tons of people dressed in costumes, and scary decorations. I began wondering why people pay money to go to places to be scared. Who came up with the idea that being scared was amusing? When I first arrived, I didn’t feel any different then when I had came last year; but I was about to be proven wrong. Little did I know that my life was about to be turned upside down. When my group entered the haunted house, I made real sure that I was neither the first person nor the last person in line. As my group traveled through the haunted house, we were confronted with the obvious things: coffins, fake dead people, scary workers jumping into the face of frightened customers, and who can forget the long dark maze. The maze is usually the part when the group goes their separate ways and the most exciting part by far. Since I had been separated from the rest of my group, I was all alone. I had to feel my way around trying to find openings in the walls. As I was feeling my way through the maze, someone came behind me, covered my mouth and pulled me into a corner. At first I was terrified, but then I thought it was my boyfriend wanting to be alone with me in the dark. Unfortunately, the man began to grope me, and I knew right then that it wasn’t my boyfriend. I knew that if I screamed no one would know if it the scream was from a frightened customer or an employee adding to the scary effect. The fact that it was pitch black didn’t help matters either. The worse part was being unable to see the face of my att…


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