When I was five years old, My parents took me to Universal Studios for the very first time. Long lines, laughter, and cries of excitement were everywhere. And then, after I took a good look at all the fun rides and souvenir stores I knew we could’ve gone to, my parents took me to the horror house. I was so scared I could’ve peed in my pants. Upon reaching got to the horror house, the line was long enough to where it could be an excuse not to go, but my parents went on with it. The screams coming from the beginning alone were hair raising. Then, after an hour of waiting, it was my turn. Ahhh! I couldn’t tell what was making everyone scream, my eyes were shut, and when I reopened them, a big scary thing with bleeding eyes and a bloodcurdling roar was trying to escape from a straitjacket. At this point, I was crying, screaming, and doing whatever else a five year old in a horror house does. Up next, oh, I couldn’t tell, I was only five, but I do remember the maniac with a chainsaw. He was wearing one of those masks with the holes and his chainsaw sounded like it needed lubrication. That shriek made the hair stand on the back of my neck. The next room smelled like gunpowder. What room would …show more content…
What could be in a graveyard? As it turns out, everything. There was the sound of a church bell, and zombies came out and about everywhere. Bats were flying overhead, and I could feel the gust of wind they created, the noise of wings beating. I heard a medley of odd noises. I thought they were the false cries of others, but as it turns out, a medley of noises equated to a medley of really odd gross things. Apart from the zombies and bats, there where ghouls, vampires, weird green things that looked like blobs, and off in the distance, what appeared to be a manticore. At this point, I was beyond screaming and crying and closing my eyes, I was wondering what was wrong with my