Honest Horror I am eager to witness the horrors within “America’s scariest” that the masses raved about. Not having a reservation, I am forced to sneak around the attentive guard. The charcoal black suit with legs intimidates all who enter. Luckily, the bouncer stares mindlessly at the black cellular device within his tight grasp as if he guarded that rather than the entrance. In his moment of blindness I manage to duck underneath the red rope stanchions into the exuberant crowd.
After breaking through, my mind was set on the horrors that lied ahead waiting to attack. I Waiting anxiously, I crave the thrill and fright like a boy waiting in line for his first roller coaster. The creepy crowd composed of pitch black leather jeans, dangling …show more content…
I press my spine against the rough door and drag my weight down until my legs meet the cold, concrete floor. One, two, three, four, five fingernails gently claw my leg like a feather dusting against skin. My leg freezes into ice as my mind goes blank. One, two, three, four, five lights abruptly blind my eyes like the sun burning against corneas. My eyes adjust only to witness the greatest horror of them all.
Zombies. Dozens upon dozens of the undead stand in a tight room where the only way out is through them. The room is reminiscent of a slaughterhouse, however, here lie arms, legs, and even heads. The blood dripped body pieces, blood dripped zombies, and blood dripped everything caused me to gag at the repugnant sight. Blood, flesh, and sweat encompass my body as I struggle to break free. I could no longer bear another minute within the “second hell”. I manage to escape and find my way to the big bright red letters that said “exit”. I feel a great sense of relief as if I had just survived a near future apocalypse. In a way I did, however, the horrors I witnessed weren’t at all real. Still feeling exhilarated and fearful, I speed walk to my blue Corolla in the midnight darkness. On my way there, a man calls out for help as blood oozes from his arms and legs. It appears he had been badly beaten from a fight or even a mugging. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I simply drove
After breaking through, my mind was set on the horrors that lied ahead waiting to attack. I Waiting anxiously, I crave the thrill and fright like a boy waiting in line for his first roller coaster. The creepy crowd composed of pitch black leather jeans, dangling …show more content…
I press my spine against the rough door and drag my weight down until my legs meet the cold, concrete floor. One, two, three, four, five fingernails gently claw my leg like a feather dusting against skin. My leg freezes into ice as my mind goes blank. One, two, three, four, five lights abruptly blind my eyes like the sun burning against corneas. My eyes adjust only to witness the greatest horror of them all.
Zombies. Dozens upon dozens of the undead stand in a tight room where the only way out is through them. The room is reminiscent of a slaughterhouse, however, here lie arms, legs, and even heads. The blood dripped body pieces, blood dripped zombies, and blood dripped everything caused me to gag at the repugnant sight. Blood, flesh, and sweat encompass my body as I struggle to break free. I could no longer bear another minute within the “second hell”. I manage to escape and find my way to the big bright red letters that said “exit”. I feel a great sense of relief as if I had just survived a near future apocalypse. In a way I did, however, the horrors I witnessed weren’t at all real. Still feeling exhilarated and fearful, I speed walk to my blue Corolla in the midnight darkness. On my way there, a man calls out for help as blood oozes from his arms and legs. It appears he had been badly beaten from a fight or even a mugging. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I simply drove