A haunted house

About this time one year ago I heard an interesting story from my friend. It was Halloween time and we were getting ready to visit a haunted house. I'm afraid of dark, therefore I was scared! My friend then decided to tell me about her first (and last) time in a haunted house.

It was when she was 13 years old. They went to a famous haunted house in a big town where the scarers were allowed to chase you and touch you. She lost her friends in the dark house and was all alone in a room with scary clowns. They ran after her and she paniced terribly. It was so terrible that she started to scream and cry wildly. Then the clowns went away and a nice lady helped her out of there. This experience has had a lasting influence on her. She has never been to a haunted house any more and she can't stand clowns. She gets terrified every time she sees a clown.

Needless to say, when I had heard her story, I wanted to stay far away from all the haunted houses. But all my other friends were going. I couldn't stand being left out, therefore I decided to go. It was awesome! We went to a small haunted house in our town and it was more funny than scary. I'm so glad I was brave (or stupid) enough not to listen to this one friend and experience this by myself.

Happy Halloween!

Kai