Man behind the mask

On October 23 2022, I peed my pants. On a sunny Sunday afternoon my roommate and I decided it could be a fun adventure to go to frontier town in Oklahoma City and venture around the haunted houses and scare fest that was occurring. As most of my friends know, I am NOT a fan of being startled or people wearing masks. My theory is that there could be anyone underneath those masks and you never know if that person could be trying to murder you. That being said, I was terrified. After an hour of my roommate convincing me, we were on the way. Trying to keep the fear I was withholding submerged down into my soul, we listened to taylor swift to brighten the mood and have some good tunes. Once arriving I began to see the scary decorations that were put up and I began to think, “ oh! This is not so bad!” Then, walking into the park, the clock struck 8pm and the lights and siren sounds began to play. At that moment I knew. I was in for a rude awakening. As we walked through the park and made a few stops at some roller coasters, I was doing okay since we were not necessarily in the “scare zone”. Then, 10 minutes later my roommate Ava suggested that we visit the haunted houses. Me being the brave soul I am said “ Okay! Let’s do it!”. Wrong choice. As we entered the haunted house a scary man with a chainsaw began to walk behind me and yell in my ears. At this moment I said “Oh hell nah”. I put my hand in front of my eyes and began to speed walk my way through all of the fighting people. Then, suddenly when I thought it was all over, the scary man with the face mask and the chainsaw popped out and with no warning I began to scream like a goat running away from a predator. 2 seconds later I was on the ground outside of the haunted house gasping for air. I then looked down at my nice blue jeans and it turns out, they had changed colors. Good thing it was dark!