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Trapped

I’m standing out the front of the world’s scariest horror house, in Universal Studios, Hollywood. Where I am about to enter through the entrance when my friend suggests that it’s not a very good idea, but I shrug and say what could possibly happen besides being scared half to death.

We enter.

It’s dark, the walls feel close, there’s an awful smell to the place, as if someone has died inside. I feel nervous because I don’t know what’s coming in the distance, and I have what feels like a hundred butterflies flying around in my stomach. I can feel the hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck beginning to rise. I am getting cold chills down my spine. My heart rate is increasing, I feel as though my heart is beginning to rise out of my chest.

We walk through, a chucky doll appears out from the frame cut out of the wall, my heart skips a beat and I don’t think much of it, it scares me a little and I let out a scream, I think to myself this isn’t so bad after all, I think I spoke to soon. After that various horror film characters start jumping out and appearing around corners as I walked through and I am beginning to freak out.

Suddenly, I am cornered by what seems to be a very frightening clown, he has a large crack in his skull it seems to be as wide as the grand canyon, his face is all distorted and has open flesh wounds all over, his eyes are as black as the ace of spades, with black rings circling them, his outfit has been ripped and has blood all over it, his immense red nose is directly in front of mine. He seems to becoming closer and closer and I have no where else to go, so I crouch down and hope he’ll disappear as soon as I drop to the floor in fear, he finally backs away and I try and make a run for it so I can get out as fast as possible. I run as fast as possible but I have come to a room full of mirrors, I’m disorientated, I feel as though the whole room is spinning around me and don’t know which ways the way out, I start...
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