My favorite fall memory of all time was a few years ago when I went to my first scary haunted house. It was the FUNNIEST situation ever! This haunted house was a series of haunted houses in a wooded area.
We walk up to the first house with a bunch of clowns standing outside. l do not have a fear of clowns, so this was a cake walk to me, so I proceed. Then the smallest clown jumps over the fence, blocks me from the group and starts screaming a loud as possible! I am like, what am I supposed to do. Then the clown starts crying, while this is getting more awkward than it should be, I try to get a way but the clown would not let me though. After a few minutes had to jump over the fence to get away.
At one point there is a break in the terror and as we walk down a path, I see in the distance a few people standing around. I am thinking we are catching up to the group ahead of us. Ha! So wrong… they started running towards WITH CHAIN SAWS! I lost it! Of course not in a classy way, in a crazy way. Screaming bloody murder is not that cute! For some reason I thought crazy people got into the scary woods and were really going to kill us! So I trip and fall, but of course I can’t I fall gracefully, I fall in a way that makes me look like a fool. I end up falling dawn a small hill! I will never make fun of the people who always fall in the movies!
That’s not the end. We get to the very last house, which was pitch black… not the worst situation because, I am not afraid of the dark. Apparently there were curtains around with people behind them making them shake. With all the commotion going on I think someone panicked… because in this pitch black room I felt someone’s FINGER SCRACH THE INSIDE OF MY CHEEK! That was the scariest party of the entered thing! I am borderline a germ-a-phob.. and I have no idea whose finger was in my MOUTH! just thinking about it gives me the shivers!
Everytime I think of this! I can laugh myself to tears!