Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Scarred from scary.

A long time ago there was a little girl at a Halloween church party. There were pumpkins and scary costumes. Those were all fun and games for the little girl. But her night went horribly wrong when her friends decided to visit the churches haunted house next door. She had hers rumors about this building and it had scared her on nights even when little ghosts and goblins weren't roaming the streets. This house would be the girls first haunted house.
She walked in with the group of friends and a guide. It suddenly got pitch black. Evil music started to pay and a slight blue light illuminated the stairwell.
"Welcome to the hotel of ..." Said the guide. Bodies hanging from holes in the ceiling.
They walked down the hall turned the corner when out popped a man with a chain saw covered in blood.
"Don't worry," the guide said follow me. The chainsaw man chased the group as we turned to hall to a line of rooms.
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First room: Blood covered with traces of hands and feet... "This is hotel room 13... Johnny used to stay in this room."
Second room (Johnny's bathroom): a hotel clerk was drowning a person in the bathtub. She had a hysterical horrific laugh to her as the man gasped for air. Next to the tub a dead mean was stuck in the toilet. This room... Also coated in blood. "This is the special treatment you will receive in bathrooms."
They walked a little further and ran there was a door with skeleton arms sticking out that tried to grape the group.
Next stop more Skelton arms. The guide stopped and started to say something when he was suddenly pulled in by the skeleton.
Now the group had no tour guide. And more to do. They ran down the hall with the chainsaw, clerk, and skeletons in pursuit. Freaking out they didn't know of they were to turn left of right. Screaming one skeleton finally took his mask off and told them where to go. We run out screaming: "don't let anyone else in"

That little girl was me at age ten. The group me friends. The characters a bunch of teenagers who were then incapable of getting the fake blood off themselves for a long time. Now, I can no longer watch scary movies or go into haunted house. Scarred from scary.

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