Thriller Night

Author’s Note: This is my Personal Narrative about when my friends through me a surprise party and we went to a haunted house. Let me know if I have too much detail included in it

“SURPRISE!” The awaking sound my friends made as I hit the bottom of the stairs, jumping back as my heart skipped multiple beats.  After being told we were then going to a haunted house I knew, this was not the only thing that was going to frighten me tonight.

As the chills entered my body as I walked into the new room, I was not sure what was coming up next. I wanted my eyes to be closed but the urge to see where I was, was what I really needed to know.  As soon as I got the courage to open my eyes to see where we were, there was nothing to see.  A big gust of cold air and smoke filled the room and my eyes. Making everything very hard to see through the big mob of blur. Once the smoke cleared, a tall “zombie” stood right in my face. His eyes stared straight into mine. He quickly had us approach a wall with two different sides. Someone yelled “Boys on the right and girls on the left!” I did not want go in the walkway alone. My blood pressure rose as I ran through the pitch-black tunnel. I was in a horror movie that would never end.

Just when I thought the worst part was over we entered a room with various doors, but the problem was there was only one way out. As the bright room spun in circles a clown popped out of nowhere.  His pure evil laugh echoed around the small room. The two boys in my group searched for the right door out.  The goal was to get us out as soon as possible, but it seemed like there was no right door to go into.  Preparing to give up the clown looked at us then the door. We rushed to it and off we went continuing on to the next room.

With many more rooms and obstacles yet to go through, we finally got to the end of the Haunted High. Well at least we thought it was.  Walking outside on the path leading to the parking lot, it was very dark and quiet. Right as I got a very unusual feeling a loud chainsaw sacred us as we booked-it out of there.  Unfortunately my friend lost her shoe while we high-tailed it out of the dark alley. The chainsaw man must have realized that we were coming back so he pulled it again. Grabbing the shoe and running away panicked for the second time of the night.

Screaming and running was not our favorite combination. Out of breathe we meet up with the other groups and shared our worst and best times. Passing the 2011-2012 class of Haunted High was quiet rewarding and showed the amount of bravery we all contributed on our journey through the scariest school year that we will ever face.