Boo . . . Continued

I had an absolute blast last night. At least 4 cars worth of people went to Salt Lake to go through the Nightmare on 13th house. Hilary's brother put it all together and she was adamant that I had to go. No questions about it. Of course, she knew I was a freak out and tended to overreact to scary things like this. So, she made me invite a boy to be my 'protector' for the night. I asked one of my FHE brothers to come and he agreed, but I think only reluctantly. All throughout the house I had a death grip on his hand and I don't think he was down for that, being a somewhat, recent RM. Oh well. I warned him.
The haunted house was extremely long and smelled really rank. I guess that was on purpose? The only things that really freaked me out were the pitch-black sections, the claustrophobic places, and the creeps that lunged out from the dark abyss. A lady told my FHE brother that if you were smart, it would take you about an hour to get through the house and I think we hit that quota. We were fast and smart, (only ran into a few walls and mirrors) but it was a long haunted house.
No matter how scary or awful the house could have been, it all would have been worth it to see Hilary come walking out with her hair sticking in every direction, pasty white skin, and a look in her eyes that said she had seen things that would haunt her for the rest of her life!