What+Kind+of+8-Year+Old

Natasha Reyes November 10, 2009 3/4B What Kind of 8 Year old Enjoys Haunted Houses? “Oh my gosh!” I screamed. As I whipped my head around to run for the exit, there was a new guy. He happened to have a chainsaw in his hand and was running straight at me. “Are you sure you want to go in there?” I asked my sister, Louise. “Positive. Doesn’t it look like fun? I mean, who doesn’t want to go into a haunted house, on Halloween, that’s recommended for kids 12 and older cause it’s so creepy?” “Ummmm….. ME!” I replied. “Come on Katie! I’m sure it’s not that scary.” “Fine,” I muttered. As we got closer to the front of the line, I felt like I was going to wet my pants. What kind of 8 year old enjoys haunted houses? Don’t worry it won’t be that scary. You will live. It’s all fake. I thought as I handed the man my pass. “Have fun!” The man said. I turned around to look for Louise, and saw her walking out of line. “Louise,” I yelled, “where are you going?” “I’ll see you at the end, sweetheart!” she replied. Now, my only choice left was to enter. I took my first steps into the pitch-black room. I looked for other kids my own size, hoping I could walk with them, but the only people were adults. I turned the corner into the next room. This one only had a bed. The sheets were covered in blood, and the curtains were torn up. Then, out of a corner, a man entered carrying a limp body that was dragging on the floor. His eyes were red, and his clothes were covered in blood. “HELP ME!” I screamed. I wished I could just back up, and leave. Although, then I would be a wimp, right? So, I kept on walking. I felt like I had to push a huge boulder out of the way just to get to the next room. My small body was tired and scared. The next room was pitch black with one blue light in the center. The only thing in the room was a body being crushed on a table. The guts were spilling all over. I was scared. I turned to the side and realized there was a man standing next to me. In his hand he carried a knife. It was covered in blood, and he was pointing it right at me. I wish I could just go back to dance where I had been this morning. I continued through the haunted house. It was terrifying! I felt like turning around the whole time. When I exited, my sister was waiting for me. She looked at me and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” I asked. “Your face, that’s what!” she said. “Why didn’t you come in? You must have been too scar…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “NO!” she replied too quickly.

“Yeah right!”I said. “Let’s go.” she said. “Come on! I want to go on more rides!” “Fine.” I replied.