Alright. My day started off with me completely forgetting it was Halloween. I know, right? I'm so smart. I went to seminary like usual, and walked in the door and didn't really notice that people were dressed up (they were very subtle costumes, I promise). So naturally, I didn't remember then. When I went downstairs to seminary class, I noticed our substitute teacher was wearing a rugby uniform, and when I asked Aileen why, she told me there was a rugby game on TV last night. My reaction? "AUUUGGGH! And I MISSED it???!??!?!" To which she laughed at me. Don't make fun of me, I like rugby, okay?
After that, I went to school. I wish I hadn't. The outfits some of these people wore... Makes me wish we would have a blizzard on Halloween from now on. It was horrible. I swear they wore lingerie to school, including the incredibly overweight people.
It was a half day at school on Halloween, so my last class of the day was ICT1, (as it usually is on White days), and you all-who-read-my-blog know what that means: another journal to freak my teacher out! Yay! No journal prompts she gives us are safe anymore, and I think she is giving up on trying to get me to stop. I keep freaking out my teacher, and now she thinks I'm some weird, messed up, crazy psychopath on my way to murder everyone on the planet.
To clarify, I'm not.
But, as promised, I do have my rather long journal entry for you guys to read. Are you ready for it? No? Well tough, because here it is:
October 31, 2012
There was no moon and the lightning was flashing on this Halloween night...
It was my perfect opportunity, my chance to finish what I had started. I was hiding, deep in the forest close to where the haunted house was. One of the features of the haunted house that this small, secluded town was putting on, was a walk through the haunted forest. Everyone went to it, such was the way of a small town. I was hidden, standing by several tall trees that were difficult to be seen in the black night. I was dressed in black skinny jeans, with a black sweater hugging my body, black gloves over my pale hands, and a black hat to cover my hair. Only my face could be seen. I was a part of this, a part of the scariest bit of Halloween. I was desperate to make this my night to shine.
I had a knife with me, as part of my costume. Usually they didn’t allow this, but this year was different. My knife was about a foot long, with rusty, serrated edges and fake, dried blood at the base and splattered along the edges. It was realistic, even to me, who loved horror even though it scared me to bits. I stood there, secluded in my grove of trees, somewhat close to the path. It was my job to pick the people of the group who I thought were going to be frightened the most, and to target them, giving them the fright of their lives. I heard a rustle behind me, far back in the woods, and thought nothing of it, for it was common for raccoons to be out and about this late at night.
I heard voices in the distance, saw a flicker of the flashlight that the guide used. It was never on all the way, and never on for long. They would just flash it on and off, flickering back and forth from one side of the path to the other. Lighting flashed. There was no rain, no real storm, just the bursts of bright light from the sky, intermingled with a low grumble of thunder from several occasions. To me, it just added to the theatricality. I had a bit of a dramatic appearance myself. My black clothing was splattered with fake blood as well, and it glistened as if it was moist, when the lightning shot across the sky again.
The group of already frightened youth was walking down the path, getting closer and closer to me. I took a deep breath as I clambered up a couple of branches of my tree, silent as the grave. I took another deep breath as I sat on a branch overhanging the path. I let out a high, ear splitting, blood curdling scream, letting all my years of dramatic appearances and ideas out into one long, horrible screech. I heard yells from the people on the walk, and I sat silent once again. They spoke in low murmurs, and soon they were close enough that I could hear the terrified speech of the youth out for a fright night. As they drew closer, I braced my legs around the branch, ready to frighten them.
They walked closer and closer. Suddenly, I swung down, hanging by just my legs from the tree, my pale face, dramatically enhanced with white face makeup, loomed out of the darkness. I had picked the most opportune time, holding my knife close up to my face so they could see it, just as the lighting cracked across the sky, and thunder boomed the loudest it had been all night. I stared straight into the face of a young girl, maybe aged 14 or so, and she took one deep breath. Her eyes started to bulge in her face, and her skin paled, and then became rather flushed. I pulled myself back up into the tree before she could scream, one minute I was hanging, the other I was up and then out of the tree, landing in the grove of trees on a blanket that was there for the express purpose of me landing quietly on the dead grass.
I wandered around the tree, keeping myself so far into the shadows that you could not even seen my face, shining through the dark. The rustling was right behind me now, and as I turned to shoo the raccoon away, I saw a pair of red, glowing eyes staring out from behind a tree, about knee level to me. I stared at them, smirking because I believed it was just an animal. Then I felt cold, felt a chill wrap around me as the eyes slowly drew up the side of the tree, until they were up higher than I was. It stepped out from the tree, and towered over me. I stumbled a step backwards, ready to turn and run. I was, thankfully, a graceful runner on top of being marginally gymnastic. I looked up at it.
I was staring right into a pair of beady, blood red eyes. The entire globe was red, no other color was present. I wondered only for a moment if it was blind because it had no pupil, but as it focused on me, I realized it was perfectly capable of seeing everything. I had only the rusty old knife with me, and I knew it would be almost completely useless against this... creature. It was easily over six feet tall, and had black hair covering its head in lank, shaggy tufts. Its flesh was flaking and falling off, similar to dandruff. You could smell the rank, rotting scent of flesh that was several years old and very much decayed. It had barely any skin on it’s rotting hands, more bone than anything. It grabbed for me, and I danced a step back. I saw red on it’s arms and legs, and wondered if it was bleeding, or if that was old as well. I slashed forward with my knife, hoping to distance myself a bit from this thing near me. It stuck in its chest, and I could actually see that it was wedged between it’s ribs. I fought back nausea, and then it hit me full in the chest with both bone hands. I felt something crack, and then heat pulsed through me and I fell down, everything fading into complete and utter darkness.
There was no moon and the lightning was flashing on this Halloween night...
It was my perfect opportunity, my chance to finish what I had started. I was hiding, deep in the forest close to where the haunted house was. One of the features of the haunted house that this small, secluded town was putting on, was a walk through the haunted forest. Everyone went to it, such was the way of a small town. I was hidden, standing by several tall trees that were difficult to be seen in the black night. I was dressed in black skinny jeans, with a black sweater hugging my body, black gloves over my pale hands, and a black hat to cover my hair. Only my face could be seen. I was a part of this, a part of the scariest bit of Halloween. I was desperate to make this my night to shine.
I had a knife with me, as part of my costume. Usually they didn’t allow this, but this year was different. My knife was about a foot long, with rusty, serrated edges and fake, dried blood at the base and splattered along the edges. It was realistic, even to me, who loved horror even though it scared me to bits. I stood there, secluded in my grove of trees, somewhat close to the path. It was my job to pick the people of the group who I thought were going to be frightened the most, and to target them, giving them the fright of their lives. I heard a rustle behind me, far back in the woods, and thought nothing of it, for it was common for raccoons to be out and about this late at night.
I heard voices in the distance, saw a flicker of the flashlight that the guide used. It was never on all the way, and never on for long. They would just flash it on and off, flickering back and forth from one side of the path to the other. Lighting flashed. There was no rain, no real storm, just the bursts of bright light from the sky, intermingled with a low grumble of thunder from several occasions. To me, it just added to the theatricality. I had a bit of a dramatic appearance myself. My black clothing was splattered with fake blood as well, and it glistened as if it was moist, when the lightning shot across the sky again.
The group of already frightened youth was walking down the path, getting closer and closer to me. I took a deep breath as I clambered up a couple of branches of my tree, silent as the grave. I took another deep breath as I sat on a branch overhanging the path. I let out a high, ear splitting, blood curdling scream, letting all my years of dramatic appearances and ideas out into one long, horrible screech. I heard yells from the people on the walk, and I sat silent once again. They spoke in low murmurs, and soon they were close enough that I could hear the terrified speech of the youth out for a fright night. As they drew closer, I braced my legs around the branch, ready to frighten them.
They walked closer and closer. Suddenly, I swung down, hanging by just my legs from the tree, my pale face, dramatically enhanced with white face makeup, loomed out of the darkness. I had picked the most opportune time, holding my knife close up to my face so they could see it, just as the lighting cracked across the sky, and thunder boomed the loudest it had been all night. I stared straight into the face of a young girl, maybe aged 14 or so, and she took one deep breath. Her eyes started to bulge in her face, and her skin paled, and then became rather flushed. I pulled myself back up into the tree before she could scream, one minute I was hanging, the other I was up and then out of the tree, landing in the grove of trees on a blanket that was there for the express purpose of me landing quietly on the dead grass.
I wandered around the tree, keeping myself so far into the shadows that you could not even seen my face, shining through the dark. The rustling was right behind me now, and as I turned to shoo the raccoon away, I saw a pair of red, glowing eyes staring out from behind a tree, about knee level to me. I stared at them, smirking because I believed it was just an animal. Then I felt cold, felt a chill wrap around me as the eyes slowly drew up the side of the tree, until they were up higher than I was. It stepped out from the tree, and towered over me. I stumbled a step backwards, ready to turn and run. I was, thankfully, a graceful runner on top of being marginally gymnastic. I looked up at it.
I was staring right into a pair of beady, blood red eyes. The entire globe was red, no other color was present. I wondered only for a moment if it was blind because it had no pupil, but as it focused on me, I realized it was perfectly capable of seeing everything. I had only the rusty old knife with me, and I knew it would be almost completely useless against this... creature. It was easily over six feet tall, and had black hair covering its head in lank, shaggy tufts. Its flesh was flaking and falling off, similar to dandruff. You could smell the rank, rotting scent of flesh that was several years old and very much decayed. It had barely any skin on it’s rotting hands, more bone than anything. It grabbed for me, and I danced a step back. I saw red on it’s arms and legs, and wondered if it was bleeding, or if that was old as well. I slashed forward with my knife, hoping to distance myself a bit from this thing near me. It stuck in its chest, and I could actually see that it was wedged between it’s ribs. I fought back nausea, and then it hit me full in the chest with both bone hands. I felt something crack, and then heat pulsed through me and I fell down, everything fading into complete and utter darkness.
Alright, I know it was poorly written. I only had ten minutes to come up with all of this as it was, and I was in a rush to get out of school and away from all the horrible costumes for a while.
After school was out, I went and messed around on the internet for a while and talked to Laura and Logan and Dad and ate broccoli cheese soup, which is absolutely DELICIOUS just so you know. And then I went to work at 3. Yes, on Halloween, I know, I know. But they needed me, so I went to work. I ended up being put on counter, which was interesting in itself. We had a few fun middle-aged adults who dressed up and came in, as well as one older man who tried to make a joke about pepperoni pizzas and "young people's abbreviations on their little texter phone things". Quite entertaining, really. We had a lady come in who had ENORMOUS hair curlers in and was wearing an adorable purple polka-dot bathrobe over her pajamas. It was great.
Then this guy comes in, being all "funny" as he tried to be. He says "trick or treat, what do I get?" And me, being absolutely brilliant, I reply with "Free napkins!", slap some on the counter, and he took them and left, without buying anything. Maybe I'm mean, but I'm a poor minimum wage slave and that's all I could do.
After work I was able to go trick or treating with my two younger brothers and my mother and father, and I was lucky I decided to wear my Captain America shirt and therefore was given quite a bit of candy from adults who were laughing at me whilst handing out candy. There were a few people who thought it would be fun to act like they were just props, and then pop out from behind a tree and scare me, just while trick or treating. If that scared me, you can only imagine how going to the Haunting of Keystone went. Oh boy.
Alright, story behind this? I went to Fort Fear last year, and thought it was pretty good, not too scary, although that could have been just because I had my face buried in Madi's back the entire way through it. I am a pansy, I know. But I was scared, you can't blame me! Okay, if you want to, you can. Go for it. I'm used to it.
Anywho, it was a date (my treat) because I have this thing against people paying for me when we go out. It makes me feel guilty, and I don't like it. Logan, however, doesn't like NOT paying for people when he goes on dates with them, says it's a guy's job to treat the girl on the date. (You poop, I know you're reading this, so don't you dare gloat.) So I was brilliant and came up with an idea that I said would make me feel a little bit better about him paying for our dates, and that was me taking him on a date. So I did. I took us out to Haunting of Keystone, including me picking him up, driving him and I both up to Keystone, paying for us both to go through all three "attractions" and taking him back into town and dropping him off, including me walking him to the door. It was pretty cute, not gonna lie.
Haunting of Keystone. Easily one of the scariest things I have ever done in my life. Rollercoasters, Fort Fear, scary movies had nothing on this. It was horrible. There were three parts to it: The Mine, The Schoolhouse, and The Forest. Before we even walked through the door and signed up for it, though, I wanted to turn around and go home, because I heard chainsaws. I was terrified and we hadn't even started yet. So we get up there, sign up, wait for our turn, gibbeted with Sheridan, Bri, and some guy who's name I don't know who was with those two. Unfortunately, they weren't in our group. So they call group 20, and Logan and I go with our group into the pre-area for the Haunted Mine.
The Mine wasn't all that bad, considering. It was about as scary as Fort Fear was for me last year. We had to wear hard hats (I didn't really need mine, I was semi crouched into Logan with my head down because I was scared), and were given a single lantern for the group of us. There were about 6 of us, I think. Not once we got in there, that's for sure. We get walking down there, and the further we get into the mine, the smokier it got in there. Very minimal visibility, could not see, and there were people popping out from the sides of the mine shaft every so often. Not so bad, I had some warning and they were mostly on Logan's side. I'm surprised he still has fingers, I was gripping his so tightly I though mine were going to pop off, that's for sure. I had one hand in his, the other had a death grip on his sweater, and I was partially hiding behind him and off to the side a little. Eventually when we had made it to the back of the mine shaft, we were told by an incredibly creepy voice to turn around and go back out the way we came. As we were on our way back, one of the guys who had been on the side was on the ceiling, and reached down a hand, provoking a scream from me.
I've never screamed because of something scary before. Cried, yes. Whimpered, yes. Curled up in a fetal position and not moved, yes. But not screamed. So just imagine how scared I was. And we were only a third of the way through!
So we get back to the main area, hang up our hard hats, and are told to head on over to the Haunted Schoolhouse, which was across the road and up a hill. The rest of our group decided to ditch us to go do drugs at this point in time, so Logan and I ended up going by ourselves. Turns out that that was okay, seeing as we could only go in groups of two or three anyways. So we head into the schoolhouse area, and the lady who is getting everyone started and signed in slams the door behind us. Okay, I kind of knew that was going to happen, but I still jumped.
So we go into the first room of the Haunted Schoolhouse, and there is this creepy looking old witch ish lady sitting at a table in there, and she tells us, in a creepy and raspy voice, if we had "seen her children", to which I whimpered a bit, and Logan tells her "uh, no we haven't seen your children" to which she replies to him to "watch out for her children because they like to follow people around". Okay, that was creepy and slightly ominous. So we head into the next room, which is all gussied up as an actual school room. There was a motionless teacher and several fake "students" in desks, to which Logan remarks, "maybe this is what she means by her children". We walk past the "teacher" and she slams a yardstick against a desk, causing me to cringe a bit, and she tells us something that I can't seem to remember, and as we keep walking, she slams the yardstick again. I don't quite remember the order of the rooms next, but I shall assume it was the clown room.
I. Hate. Clowns. Those things are freaky scary. Seriously. So we go into this very dimly lit room with red tinted lights in it, and there are several tables with clowns sitting at them. Not the happy, round nosed, curled haired clowns, but the thin, oval shaped nosed lank yet curly-ish masked-faced clowns. So I gripped Logan's sweater even tighter in my hand, and we walked through it. By this time, Logan keeps looking behind us, because of what the lady said to us in the very first room, and eventually I peek behind us, which was a mistake, because there was a clown right behind us, very close behind us, holding a bloody knife. I whimpered and hid my face, and stopped looking. I was horribly scared. Absolutely terrified. And then a hand grazed my back, with what felt like rather bony fingers, and I started to repeatedly mumble into Logan's sleeve: "no no no no no no no (etc, you get the point)".
So he keeps on pulling me through the rooms, laughing occasionally at things, which made me feel like an idiot for being so terrified, of course. So we walk into a slightly smoky/foggy room, with desks and tables lined up on the walls, and we are walking past the desks, and something grabs my leg. I screamed a bit and might've run into Logan a bit. He asked me what happened, and when I told him something grabbed my leg, he said, "really?" and then dropped the subject when I nodded my head very vehemently. So we come upon a really really REALLY narrow staircase, and head downstairs. Being the comforting person he is, Logan tells me that "in horror movies, nothing bad ever happens in the basement", to which I might've scoffed inside my head. And potentially out loud.
So we go downstairs, and are walking through a narrow walkway with black hanging "walls" which were really what looked like black plastic sheets used as partitions. People kept on hitting the walls from the other side, causing me to jump and flinch repeatedly. And then we come across what looked like a mock chain link fence that was actually made up to be "electric" fencing, with a person behind it dressed in all black except for a while ghoul face. I can only assume he kept purposely brushing up against the fence next to Logan and I, making the electric sounding noise go off, and scaring the poop out of me. So we get out of there, and come across more black tarp things, and then another staircase.
As we are going up said staircase, which were made out of wood, there was a white plastic table on its side near the top, and something banged against it a couple times, causing me to squeal a bit like a dying dog or something. Like a squeal/whimper combination. And we both look down to the end of the staircase where we had just come, and there was somebody down there behind us, which scared me, and I started up my mantra of "no no no" again into Logan's sleeve. Then we come upon the last room.
In the last room, there were two people from what I can remember (which may not be as much as I had hoped, in all reality). There was a man and a woman. The woman spoke first, saying things like "oooh look at the pretty girl" (Logan goes, "look, she called you pretty!") and then she says "I love your pretty face.. I'm going to RIP it off and keep it for myself!" To which I panicked and started a slightly quicker attempt at walking towards the exit. The man then says he is going to eat Logan, so Logan says "see, he'll eat me first, feel better?" to which the creepy bloody faced man says "nope, girl first". I try to get out the door, but the creepy chick is playing with and pulling my hair and clothes trying to get me to go back to her. I bolted it. We left the creepy schoolhouse and I almost ran out the door, I swear.
We go outside and head down to the area where the Haunted Forest part was going on. On our walk back down the hill and across the road again, I had to stop a couple times and try to calm down my pulse and my breathing. I swear I have never been so terrified in all my life. Alright so we get down to the base of the hill where Marilyn Oaks is leaning against her car. She was the one who was sending off the groups up the hill. So we stand there and are talking to her, and the whole time, I am just thinking she doesn't recognize me or something, to which I later found out that she did, she just wasn't going to "embarrass me in front of my friends", which is funny, because I was talking to them about how I knew her. So that was funny to find out the next day. Heehee. She gives us the warning to stay away from artificial light because we need our night vision, and then sends us off.
We start heading up the hill, and me, being brilliant, said I didn't want to go last, so Logan and I ended up at the front of the group (by this time, Sheridan, Bri, and that other guy who's name I still don't know or remember had caught up with us, so we were a group of 5). I know, I'm so smart. I'm glad we went first though, I really am. So we are walking up a hill that had logs and piles of sticks off to the side of the path so that we would know we were on the path, and someone sits up off of the ground, and I screamed a bit. Scared me, obviously. So we keep going (I think I say "so" enough, yeesh) and come across a turn in the path that had a four wheeler up a little ways from it, off the path. Logan says "nice four wheeler" and I say, pessimistically, "yeah, real nice, it's probably going to run us over or something". So we walk past it, the lights flick on and an airhorn goes (nice one, Gideon). I jumped.
We keep going up the hill, and it isn't so bad so far. Everything that is happening is on Logan's side instead of mine for a change, so that was alright. We are reaching the top of the hill and off to the side, peeking out over the edge of the hill at us, is this creepy masked thing or whatever, and Logan goes "that's not real, that's just a decoy" to which Mr. Creepy-Chainsaw-Holding Guy comes out from Logan's side of the path but comes towards me, revving the chainsaw right next to me. I think I might have peed a little bit. So we get past that little bit of fun (ehoufhahouefh..) and as we finish cresting the hill/path thing, there is a really bright light shining up at us from the path down the hill. So we head towards it (classic horror movie, go straight towards something you know is gonna happen, that's real cool). There was a guy decked out in army camo and laying on his stomach with a gas mask on.
As we approached him, he lifted his head, and reached his arms towards us, one hand curled and clawing into the dirt there, and another army camo guy comes out of nowhere and shoots him in the back. He points down the path more and tells us to get in the truck. There was a pickup there, with the tailgate down so we could hop in. I look back towards the army guys, and four more came at us. I panicked, ran, and literally dove into the bed of the truck. Just ask Sheridan and Logan, I really did dive into the back of the truck. Once there, I put my back to the side of the hill/the edge of the truck, had my left side up against the window, was sitting on my butt, pulled my knees up, put my arms around my knees, and my face against my knees. I hyperventilated a bit, I'm sure. They keep telling me that it's over, that it's fine, and I can look, so I look up and over the edge of the truck just as a guy pops up and yells. I screamed and slammed my face back against my knees, yelling at Logan that I was never going to listen to him ever again.
Then we left, for it was over, and drove back into town where I dropped him off and headed home myself. By the end of all three of the sections of the Haunting of Keystone, I managed to jam several knuckles on my pointer and middle fingers on my right hand, and my middle and ring finger of my left hand, from gripping Logan's fingers so tightly within mine. Somehow his hands managed to escape all the pain. Lucky duck. It was a great, haunting, terrifying experience, so kudos to all the people who put all their time and effort into doing this for us.
Alright. It is actually the Friday after Halloween now... I know it's way after the fact, but let's face it, this is a really long post. It took a while to type it all, and I have very minimum time on my hands. I'm actually currently in ICT1 right now. My teacher got too scared by my last journal, and so has strayed away from writing prompts and has gone back to asking us questions about our lives and personalities. Which is so very very dull. Yawn. I aced another test today in Government, as well as the test I took yesterday in History. So I am very proud of myself.
That is really all I have for now.. If you have questions, or comments, I will gladly reply to them if you ask me to. Thanks for putting up with all my nonsense.
Loves! xo-Caite
Haunting of Keystone. Easily one of the scariest things I have ever done in my life. Rollercoasters, Fort Fear, scary movies had nothing on this. It was horrible. There were three parts to it: The Mine, The Schoolhouse, and The Forest. Before we even walked through the door and signed up for it, though, I wanted to turn around and go home, because I heard chainsaws. I was terrified and we hadn't even started yet. So we get up there, sign up, wait for our turn, gibbeted with Sheridan, Bri, and some guy who's name I don't know who was with those two. Unfortunately, they weren't in our group. So they call group 20, and Logan and I go with our group into the pre-area for the Haunted Mine.
The Mine wasn't all that bad, considering. It was about as scary as Fort Fear was for me last year. We had to wear hard hats (I didn't really need mine, I was semi crouched into Logan with my head down because I was scared), and were given a single lantern for the group of us. There were about 6 of us, I think. Not once we got in there, that's for sure. We get walking down there, and the further we get into the mine, the smokier it got in there. Very minimal visibility, could not see, and there were people popping out from the sides of the mine shaft every so often. Not so bad, I had some warning and they were mostly on Logan's side. I'm surprised he still has fingers, I was gripping his so tightly I though mine were going to pop off, that's for sure. I had one hand in his, the other had a death grip on his sweater, and I was partially hiding behind him and off to the side a little. Eventually when we had made it to the back of the mine shaft, we were told by an incredibly creepy voice to turn around and go back out the way we came. As we were on our way back, one of the guys who had been on the side was on the ceiling, and reached down a hand, provoking a scream from me.
I've never screamed because of something scary before. Cried, yes. Whimpered, yes. Curled up in a fetal position and not moved, yes. But not screamed. So just imagine how scared I was. And we were only a third of the way through!
So we get back to the main area, hang up our hard hats, and are told to head on over to the Haunted Schoolhouse, which was across the road and up a hill. The rest of our group decided to ditch us to go do drugs at this point in time, so Logan and I ended up going by ourselves. Turns out that that was okay, seeing as we could only go in groups of two or three anyways. So we head into the schoolhouse area, and the lady who is getting everyone started and signed in slams the door behind us. Okay, I kind of knew that was going to happen, but I still jumped.
So we go into the first room of the Haunted Schoolhouse, and there is this creepy looking old witch ish lady sitting at a table in there, and she tells us, in a creepy and raspy voice, if we had "seen her children", to which I whimpered a bit, and Logan tells her "uh, no we haven't seen your children" to which she replies to him to "watch out for her children because they like to follow people around". Okay, that was creepy and slightly ominous. So we head into the next room, which is all gussied up as an actual school room. There was a motionless teacher and several fake "students" in desks, to which Logan remarks, "maybe this is what she means by her children". We walk past the "teacher" and she slams a yardstick against a desk, causing me to cringe a bit, and she tells us something that I can't seem to remember, and as we keep walking, she slams the yardstick again. I don't quite remember the order of the rooms next, but I shall assume it was the clown room.
I. Hate. Clowns. Those things are freaky scary. Seriously. So we go into this very dimly lit room with red tinted lights in it, and there are several tables with clowns sitting at them. Not the happy, round nosed, curled haired clowns, but the thin, oval shaped nosed lank yet curly-ish masked-faced clowns. So I gripped Logan's sweater even tighter in my hand, and we walked through it. By this time, Logan keeps looking behind us, because of what the lady said to us in the very first room, and eventually I peek behind us, which was a mistake, because there was a clown right behind us, very close behind us, holding a bloody knife. I whimpered and hid my face, and stopped looking. I was horribly scared. Absolutely terrified. And then a hand grazed my back, with what felt like rather bony fingers, and I started to repeatedly mumble into Logan's sleeve: "no no no no no no no (etc, you get the point)".
So he keeps on pulling me through the rooms, laughing occasionally at things, which made me feel like an idiot for being so terrified, of course. So we walk into a slightly smoky/foggy room, with desks and tables lined up on the walls, and we are walking past the desks, and something grabs my leg. I screamed a bit and might've run into Logan a bit. He asked me what happened, and when I told him something grabbed my leg, he said, "really?" and then dropped the subject when I nodded my head very vehemently. So we come upon a really really REALLY narrow staircase, and head downstairs. Being the comforting person he is, Logan tells me that "in horror movies, nothing bad ever happens in the basement", to which I might've scoffed inside my head. And potentially out loud.
So we go downstairs, and are walking through a narrow walkway with black hanging "walls" which were really what looked like black plastic sheets used as partitions. People kept on hitting the walls from the other side, causing me to jump and flinch repeatedly. And then we come across what looked like a mock chain link fence that was actually made up to be "electric" fencing, with a person behind it dressed in all black except for a while ghoul face. I can only assume he kept purposely brushing up against the fence next to Logan and I, making the electric sounding noise go off, and scaring the poop out of me. So we get out of there, and come across more black tarp things, and then another staircase.
As we are going up said staircase, which were made out of wood, there was a white plastic table on its side near the top, and something banged against it a couple times, causing me to squeal a bit like a dying dog or something. Like a squeal/whimper combination. And we both look down to the end of the staircase where we had just come, and there was somebody down there behind us, which scared me, and I started up my mantra of "no no no" again into Logan's sleeve. Then we come upon the last room.
In the last room, there were two people from what I can remember (which may not be as much as I had hoped, in all reality). There was a man and a woman. The woman spoke first, saying things like "oooh look at the pretty girl" (Logan goes, "look, she called you pretty!") and then she says "I love your pretty face.. I'm going to RIP it off and keep it for myself!" To which I panicked and started a slightly quicker attempt at walking towards the exit. The man then says he is going to eat Logan, so Logan says "see, he'll eat me first, feel better?" to which the creepy bloody faced man says "nope, girl first". I try to get out the door, but the creepy chick is playing with and pulling my hair and clothes trying to get me to go back to her. I bolted it. We left the creepy schoolhouse and I almost ran out the door, I swear.
We go outside and head down to the area where the Haunted Forest part was going on. On our walk back down the hill and across the road again, I had to stop a couple times and try to calm down my pulse and my breathing. I swear I have never been so terrified in all my life. Alright so we get down to the base of the hill where Marilyn Oaks is leaning against her car. She was the one who was sending off the groups up the hill. So we stand there and are talking to her, and the whole time, I am just thinking she doesn't recognize me or something, to which I later found out that she did, she just wasn't going to "embarrass me in front of my friends", which is funny, because I was talking to them about how I knew her. So that was funny to find out the next day. Heehee. She gives us the warning to stay away from artificial light because we need our night vision, and then sends us off.
We start heading up the hill, and me, being brilliant, said I didn't want to go last, so Logan and I ended up at the front of the group (by this time, Sheridan, Bri, and that other guy who's name I still don't know or remember had caught up with us, so we were a group of 5). I know, I'm so smart. I'm glad we went first though, I really am. So we are walking up a hill that had logs and piles of sticks off to the side of the path so that we would know we were on the path, and someone sits up off of the ground, and I screamed a bit. Scared me, obviously. So we keep going (I think I say "so" enough, yeesh) and come across a turn in the path that had a four wheeler up a little ways from it, off the path. Logan says "nice four wheeler" and I say, pessimistically, "yeah, real nice, it's probably going to run us over or something". So we walk past it, the lights flick on and an airhorn goes (nice one, Gideon). I jumped.
We keep going up the hill, and it isn't so bad so far. Everything that is happening is on Logan's side instead of mine for a change, so that was alright. We are reaching the top of the hill and off to the side, peeking out over the edge of the hill at us, is this creepy masked thing or whatever, and Logan goes "that's not real, that's just a decoy" to which Mr. Creepy-Chainsaw-Holding Guy comes out from Logan's side of the path but comes towards me, revving the chainsaw right next to me. I think I might have peed a little bit. So we get past that little bit of fun (ehoufhahouefh..) and as we finish cresting the hill/path thing, there is a really bright light shining up at us from the path down the hill. So we head towards it (classic horror movie, go straight towards something you know is gonna happen, that's real cool). There was a guy decked out in army camo and laying on his stomach with a gas mask on.
As we approached him, he lifted his head, and reached his arms towards us, one hand curled and clawing into the dirt there, and another army camo guy comes out of nowhere and shoots him in the back. He points down the path more and tells us to get in the truck. There was a pickup there, with the tailgate down so we could hop in. I look back towards the army guys, and four more came at us. I panicked, ran, and literally dove into the bed of the truck. Just ask Sheridan and Logan, I really did dive into the back of the truck. Once there, I put my back to the side of the hill/the edge of the truck, had my left side up against the window, was sitting on my butt, pulled my knees up, put my arms around my knees, and my face against my knees. I hyperventilated a bit, I'm sure. They keep telling me that it's over, that it's fine, and I can look, so I look up and over the edge of the truck just as a guy pops up and yells. I screamed and slammed my face back against my knees, yelling at Logan that I was never going to listen to him ever again.
Then we left, for it was over, and drove back into town where I dropped him off and headed home myself. By the end of all three of the sections of the Haunting of Keystone, I managed to jam several knuckles on my pointer and middle fingers on my right hand, and my middle and ring finger of my left hand, from gripping Logan's fingers so tightly within mine. Somehow his hands managed to escape all the pain. Lucky duck. It was a great, haunting, terrifying experience, so kudos to all the people who put all their time and effort into doing this for us.
Alright. It is actually the Friday after Halloween now... I know it's way after the fact, but let's face it, this is a really long post. It took a while to type it all, and I have very minimum time on my hands. I'm actually currently in ICT1 right now. My teacher got too scared by my last journal, and so has strayed away from writing prompts and has gone back to asking us questions about our lives and personalities. Which is so very very dull. Yawn. I aced another test today in Government, as well as the test I took yesterday in History. So I am very proud of myself.
That is really all I have for now.. If you have questions, or comments, I will gladly reply to them if you ask me to. Thanks for putting up with all my nonsense.
Loves! xo-Caite
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