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calliopes_pen) wrote2010-10-09 01:54 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2010-10-09 01:54 pm
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Of Haunted Houses, And Nasty Surprises
For anyone that wonders how the trip to the haunted house went—not so well. However, having learned from last year, we smuggled in water, a couple granola bars in case we were trapped for a long time, and two flashlights. We should have packed extra shoes. Why?
Well, does it constitute a disaster when you almost lose a shoe to an ancient pile of manure nobody knew about somewhere in a dark haunted house? That you don’t know you’ve stepped in for a while as you stagger through the darkness on the way back to your car? If so, then yes. Yes, it was a slight disaster. To quote Biff: “Manure! I hate manure!”
Somewhere in the haunted house or on the property surrounding it (I didn’t see any outside) I managed to step in a giant heap of manure. Before leaving, I looked down (right before getting in the car) and saw the lower half of my left shoe was pretty much covered in it. There haven’t been horses in there in years from what I understand…so it’s ancient, as I said. Dad spent a while scrubbing it with a toothbrush once we got home. Followed by spraying it with the hose, washing it with soap and dishwashing liquid, and scrubbing more.
It looks okay now, but I’m still switching shoes.
Other things that happened:
-Since they’re supposed to start when the sun goes down, I left home around 6:20 PM, since sundown was around 6:30 PM. Got there, and waited in the car from 6:30 PM, until 7:30 PM while they tried to get things ready. During that time, we were frequently visited by a huge chocolate lab, who was very sweet. Me talking to him managed to keep him from watering the car—he went to a tree instead.
-The cost was $10 per adult, but because we waited so patiently for so long, the price was lowered from $20 down to $10. By the time we actually got inside, it was around 7:45 PM. They're nice, from everything I was able to tell.
-Took around 25 minutes to get through the haunted house, I believe. There were constant strobes—but if they messed with my coordination or anything, I cheated by using that flashlight. It also saved us (there were two others ahead, who may have just been with the people working there—family or something) from losing our footing due to various strange traps. Like what looked like a regular wooden plank that had to be crossed on the floor. Under it was apparently a trampoline, so that when you crossed you almost fell. Another little trap involved a ton of dirt over a wooden plank, which was on top of what may have been a freakishly soft mattress. We sank and had to walk faster.
-In an amusing moment, Dad stumbled and accidentally grabbed the ponytail of a woman in front of us. Thinking it was a monster, she nearly screamed until he shouted (had to over loud banging sounds) it was just him.
-At one point, you have to walk up some stairs—they lead into a bus. You walk through the bus, and then carefully go down the stairs and back out. Walk some more through a long maze (most of this was a maze) and bump into a real hearse. Rather than go around, the doors open. You have to go inside, crawl across a mattress to the other side, and try to get out without falling on your face. I’m short, so a bit of a jump. As you do that, a guy dressed as the devil pops up and screams.
-There was a kid in there that acted just like me at the age of 8. Blasé about haunted houses, and not even afraid of a guy with a chainsaw running up to her. She giggled and waved.
-Oddly, the front of the barn was decorated with Christmas lights in some spots. So you've got Christmas lights on the barn, a Christmas electric candle sitting in one spot, a fake severed finger laying on a table nearby, and a giant head in a jar that occasionally screams (from what I could tell over the banging from beyond) "I'm sorry, Master! Don't hurt me! MASTER!" Reminded me of Renfield, looked more like the Frankenstein Monster in there.
-Before going in, I had noticed a sign on the door but I didn’t see what it said before it was time to go in. When we came out, I checked with a flashlight. It basically said they aren’t responsible for any accidents that happen on their grounds.
There was more that happened throughout the haunted house/barn, but those are the highlights. Oh, and Dad freaked out the woman ahead of us by quietly doing a howling werewolf imitation. When the little girl thought it was so cool that they suddenly added a werewolf, I told her it was just Dad. I did the occasional evil mwahahaha to mess with them. I also disturbed someone by making a passing comment as to how long we were trapped in the one last year, as we went through that long maze.
As I toldseandc earlier, I think stepping in manure is worse than getting hopelessly lost behind the scenes. Dad said it could have been worse. Unlike Biff, I didn’t get manure in the face. So there's that.
Well, does it constitute a disaster when you almost lose a shoe to an ancient pile of manure nobody knew about somewhere in a dark haunted house? That you don’t know you’ve stepped in for a while as you stagger through the darkness on the way back to your car? If so, then yes. Yes, it was a slight disaster. To quote Biff: “Manure! I hate manure!”
Somewhere in the haunted house or on the property surrounding it (I didn’t see any outside) I managed to step in a giant heap of manure. Before leaving, I looked down (right before getting in the car) and saw the lower half of my left shoe was pretty much covered in it. There haven’t been horses in there in years from what I understand…so it’s ancient, as I said. Dad spent a while scrubbing it with a toothbrush once we got home. Followed by spraying it with the hose, washing it with soap and dishwashing liquid, and scrubbing more.
It looks okay now, but I’m still switching shoes.
Other things that happened:
-Since they’re supposed to start when the sun goes down, I left home around 6:20 PM, since sundown was around 6:30 PM. Got there, and waited in the car from 6:30 PM, until 7:30 PM while they tried to get things ready. During that time, we were frequently visited by a huge chocolate lab, who was very sweet. Me talking to him managed to keep him from watering the car—he went to a tree instead.
-The cost was $10 per adult, but because we waited so patiently for so long, the price was lowered from $20 down to $10. By the time we actually got inside, it was around 7:45 PM. They're nice, from everything I was able to tell.
-Took around 25 minutes to get through the haunted house, I believe. There were constant strobes—but if they messed with my coordination or anything, I cheated by using that flashlight. It also saved us (there were two others ahead, who may have just been with the people working there—family or something) from losing our footing due to various strange traps. Like what looked like a regular wooden plank that had to be crossed on the floor. Under it was apparently a trampoline, so that when you crossed you almost fell. Another little trap involved a ton of dirt over a wooden plank, which was on top of what may have been a freakishly soft mattress. We sank and had to walk faster.
-In an amusing moment, Dad stumbled and accidentally grabbed the ponytail of a woman in front of us. Thinking it was a monster, she nearly screamed until he shouted (had to over loud banging sounds) it was just him.
-At one point, you have to walk up some stairs—they lead into a bus. You walk through the bus, and then carefully go down the stairs and back out. Walk some more through a long maze (most of this was a maze) and bump into a real hearse. Rather than go around, the doors open. You have to go inside, crawl across a mattress to the other side, and try to get out without falling on your face. I’m short, so a bit of a jump. As you do that, a guy dressed as the devil pops up and screams.
-There was a kid in there that acted just like me at the age of 8. Blasé about haunted houses, and not even afraid of a guy with a chainsaw running up to her. She giggled and waved.
-Oddly, the front of the barn was decorated with Christmas lights in some spots. So you've got Christmas lights on the barn, a Christmas electric candle sitting in one spot, a fake severed finger laying on a table nearby, and a giant head in a jar that occasionally screams (from what I could tell over the banging from beyond) "I'm sorry, Master! Don't hurt me! MASTER!" Reminded me of Renfield, looked more like the Frankenstein Monster in there.
-Before going in, I had noticed a sign on the door but I didn’t see what it said before it was time to go in. When we came out, I checked with a flashlight. It basically said they aren’t responsible for any accidents that happen on their grounds.
There was more that happened throughout the haunted house/barn, but those are the highlights. Oh, and Dad freaked out the woman ahead of us by quietly doing a howling werewolf imitation. When the little girl thought it was so cool that they suddenly added a werewolf, I told her it was just Dad. I did the occasional evil mwahahaha to mess with them. I also disturbed someone by making a passing comment as to how long we were trapped in the one last year, as we went through that long maze.
As I told
seandc earlier, I think stepping in manure is worse than getting hopelessly lost behind the scenes. Dad said it could have been worse. Unlike Biff, I didn’t get manure in the face. So there's that.