Bang, bang, bang! “Help! Help! They have my friend! Save him! We don’t have much time. The ghost is taking Camron away!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs and pounding the door so hard that I thought it was
going to break down. I needed help and I needed it fast.
It was Halloween, 2008. I was eleven-years-old and ready to get my pants scared off. I was going to the Halloween Fright Fest for the first time and apparently the haunted house was so scary that even grown adults have come out screaming for their mommies like a little child who just scrapped their knee. I was going with my friend Camron and we were determined to finish the whole haunted house, dead or alive.
We arrived at the festival sometime around noon and we were ready to rock. We had our tickets and were walking over to the haunted house like a sloth, slow as can be. I don’t know what Camron was thinking but I knew there was only one thing on my mind: “Walk away. Don’t go in the house. You won’t come out alive.” Despite my scared thought we kept going. I was so afraid of what creepy creatures roamed the halls of the house. I was about to wet my pants just thinking about it.
We walked up the steps as they creaked and squeaked, trying to scare us before we even entered the haunted house. We looked up at the huge door and it was as if it was looking back at us, laughing, trying to guess how long before we would coward away. All I could hear was screaming and spooky noises. At this moment a million thoughts were flying through my eleven year old head: “What’s going to happen? How scary could it be? Will Camron think I’m a whimp if I turn around and don’t go in? I want my mama!” The sweat soaked man at the front door reached for our tickets, but they were firmly hugging our hands, not wanting to let go. My ticket was ripped because on the tight grip I had on it. He gave a little chuckle as he pushed the door and it screeched open. Neither I nor Camron walked in, we just stood there peering into the pitch black room with our faces, as white as ghosts. We stood there, afraid. What was probably only a few seconds, felt like an eternity. I then felt a hand push on my back and I quickly turned my head to find out it was just Camron’s sister trying to hurry us up because our shaking bodies were blocking the doorway. I looked over at Camron and we both dragged ourselves in.
The door slammed behind us and we knew there was no turning back. The room was as black starless night. I could faintly see where I was going. There seemed to be nothing but darkness, so we kept walking; praying that nothing bad would happen. Camron and I were too scared to even say a word. There was not even the most silent whisper, and that made things so much worse. I heard the sound of glass breaking and quickly glanced over my left shoulder. I saw a shadowy figure, floating towards me. I screamed and grabbed Camron for protection. It was getting closer and closer. Then I shoved Camron right at the figure and the shadow grabbed Camron and started to take him to his lair. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do: I made a run for it. I ran back to the front door and started pounding on it crying, “The shadowy figure has Camron, please help!” The sweaty guy at the door opened it and I ran right into him. His smelly wet sweat got all over me but I was too scared to care. I howled, “The ghost has my friend we need to help!” We both looked inside, but this time there was no darkness. Just a room with the lights turned on.
Apparently Camron started attacking the “ghost,” who was really just a guy in a costume. The man had to stop the haunted house and turn back on the lights because Camron was repeatedly whacking him with his plastic grey ninja sword. He was swinging the sword, hitting the man in various places. The man looked like he was in so much pain. I would hear every smack on the man’s body. I felt bad for him. The sweaty door man had to run over to stop Camron. He made Camron had to apologize and we had to leave the haunted house.
We were so relieved that we were out of that place. I thought I would never see Camron ever again. It was such a good feeling to know we weren’t dead. Then I realized that I was as hungry as a bear that just woke up from a long hibernation. Camron said he was hungry too, so we looked for our moms. We found them talking at the lunch tables. We told them the story and they both just laughed like crazy hyenas. They reminded us that haunted houses are just a bunch of people, dressed up in costumes being scary. From then on, when I’m in a haunted house, I just say, “That is just a guy in a costume and I don’t get as scared.”
The truth is, we all get scared at some point in our lives. In some cases (mine for example) the things that scare us aren’t really as scary as we once thought. We just need something to open our eyes and show us that we have to face our fears, before we can overcome them.