The Kind You Don’t Take To A Haunted House
Once I went to a haunted house with my friends and we were pumped. This was a couple of years back and I still remember the story because I left with the utmost shock and was distraught the whole time. I had gone with two other friends to a Halloween event. We waited in line to go to the haunted house, as people do when they go to Halloween events. The haunted house had it going on, I'm not gonna lie haunted houses are not usually scary but this one took the cake. It could have been that or we were sissies. Three girls on an adventure, being brave… I’ll cut us some slack. All the compartments of the haunted house were coming out. Boom, bam, roar, and all the above. It was predictable but scary. I wonder if it was our excitement that made the experience more exhilarating. Regardless our adrenaline was up and we were enamored with everything.
We got to this one part where the space was open and you had to walk a bit, it was a boardwalk and you had to walk outside. It looked a bit misty & scary. Now, in my mind something was gonna pop out when we got to that open space and probably scare us. A little bit of screaming in our faces, maybe a splash of water for effects, and some extra flashing lights. My friends and I were a bit nervous and everyone wanted the other to go first. I proceeded first, what could happen to me? Monsters are not real, little did I know it would be my own friend that would prove me wrong that night. The real monster was always with me, and I had no idea!
I proceeded first and the monster popped out. My first thought “I should run”. Now my legs were trying to move, but I was anchored down for some reason. After a few wiggles and getting off my high of screams, I realized someone basically had me in a chokehold. Ok, she wasn't necessarily choking my neck but she was choking my body. My so-called friend used me as a human shield and held me in place as she screamed. I felt violated, in what world was this ok?! I was in shock, so this is how this girl really feels about me. I can laugh about it now, but it was not funny at that moment. Not only was she stronger than me but the grip was tight, she meant it. These kinds of things end friendships. When I finally said my two millionth “let go of me”, she finally did. To my surprise, she was still smiling and talking about how awesome the haunted house was. The whole time I was like “Look me in my eyes and tell me, you ain't wrong” because what was that?
If that was a gun, she would have done the same thing. What kind of person does that, if you're scared save yourself but why the hell did you use me to save you? Clear signs of a person you can't trust. I was so heated the whole day; I brought it up to her and she played it off and said she didn't remember. Of course, criminals don't remember their crimes. It probably wasn't the first time she held someone hostage like that. Very traumatizing. I don’t let people hold onto me anymore. Who knows who will use me as a sacrificial lamb and then brush it off like they didn’t do anything. Trust no man or woman.
Mary