Boo!

Tall and dark with cupolas; twisting hallways with no destinations. It’s only open on Halloween night, when the young children file in for the best scare of their lives on this dead end road. This was THE house at the end of the street. When you first enter, you are immediately put into a state of mind in which you can’t see past the person in front of you. Smoke rising up from the floor and you get crammed into an elevator with what feels like dozens of people. Before you know it you are on a different level, the room quiet with the exception of people screaming in the background.  You walk through the house, clenching the person’s hand in front you while people jump out from blind corners.  As you are just getting over what recently happened, you are shocked when the floor beneath you begins to shift. You stumble and in the blink of an eye you are in a chamber. Alone, cold, confused, and short of breath. The large wooden door opens and you are guided by a strange old man onto a boat. As you float around, flickering lights and tunnels bring you to your next destination; a staircase leading up. As you take slow motions to move up the stairs you approach another large wooden door. You knock, it opens and you walk through it. All of a sudden you are held tightly and thrown outside. You have survived the haunted house, but unfortunately you were the only one who came out. Your friends are still in there so now not only are you worried, but you have to go through the whole thing again to retrieve them. Boo.