Creative Writing: Mason Street Haunted House

It was October 31, halloween night. The moon was full and shining brightly. It was a night of excitement for me and my friends, because we were finally old enough to go to the Mason Street haunted house. The mason street haunted house was no ordinary haunted house, it was in a long mansion atop an enormous hill. There is a rule that you have to be at least 13, because once a kid was so scared that he ran and hid. after 3 hours of searching, they finally found him in the attic buried behind old boxes and furniture. That kid must have been a real scaredy cat. I mean, it couldn’t have been that scary. Right?

I Finished tying my left boot as I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't wearing anything special, just a red t-shirt and a pair of
We each give our money to the man at the door. He was tall, with a creepy smile on his face. “good luck” He said sneeringly, and guided us in through the door. It looks like a lot of work was put into this. the room starts with a long corridor, that looks like it was just put there. they probably built it in with some type of heavy cardboard. The only light is provided by flickering lights above us. Right as we get about halfway through, the lights in the corridor shut off. I stopped, and five seconds later the lights snapped on, and a plastic head was hanging in front of me, six inches from my nose. my heart drops and then i realize it's not real. From behind me I could hear comments such as “oh jeez”, and “I wasn’t expecting that.” (They sent in a group of about six people at a time, and I was at the front, so I was getting all of the spooks.) I push the head out of the way and continue on Through the corridor. I enter a room through a doorway. I see a glimpse of another door, as the lights turn off and the door behind us is slammed shut. We are left in the dark for what seemed like forever, when i hear shuffling going across the floor. Suddenly, the lights quickly flicker, and in the middle of the room we see a man with a terrifying mask standing there right in front of us. The lights turn off, and on again, and the man is gone. We step forward to a doorway with a sign perched on the top. The sign reads, “THE
I can tell by the change in temperature that we have moved out of the house. Goosebumps start to form on my arms. I never would have imagined that the haunted house would go outside. We start into the maze and after twenty steps, a hand reaches out and grabs my ankle. I stumble forward and the hand doesn't seem to loosen up any. finally it lets go and I spring forward, almost falling over, but then balancing myself on the wall. I look back and the hand is gone. I take a minute to catch my breath and shawn says, “Logan’s getting all the scares.” Obviously, somebody working the haunted house heard that, because a minute later another hand emerges, this time grabbing shawn’s leg. To which he reacts with a high pitched yelp, which makes the whole group laugh. “that's what you wanted wasn’t it?” I said sarcastically, and shawn gave me an angry look. We turned the corners of the maze, and people started to argue over which way we should go. Eventually we got split up. now it was just me, Tom, and Shawn. We walked quietly for awhile, and I realised it was a little too quiet, and I turned to the guys. But they weren't