tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19044399.post623684301071846266..comments2023-05-28T12:01:12.688-04:00Comments on Deep Within the FyreCreek: Legs HurtAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14410917227261423892noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19044399.post-72481242075936224272009-10-05T09:24:26.285-04:002009-10-05T09:24:26.285-04:00OH MY GODS!!
I tell you, I'm usually pretty ...OH MY GODS!! <br /><br />I tell you, I'm usually pretty good about being scared, but I was TERRIFIED! There were mirrors at some of the turns in the maze, and I stupidly said "I'm just afraid I'll look into the mirror and see something behind me." I don't know how long that bloody dead nurse was back there, but I started closing my eyes at every mirror so I wouldn't see what I thought was there. <br /><br />There WAS something there! And she followed me out! And "you can't touch me, so I'm not scared" didn't help one bit!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14410917227261423892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19044399.post-59225281325331993282009-10-04T23:21:05.362-04:002009-10-04T23:21:05.362-04:00There's a reason I don't go to those.
Whe...There's a reason I don't go to those.<br /><br />When I was sixteen, I was put at the back of the line on the day of the OU-OSU football game, wearing the jersey of the team who lost. When we went through a broken room, several costumed actors started following me, taunting me about it. Like any terrified 16-year-old, I buried my head in the back of my dad's jacket and started chanting "I read the sign, and you can't touch me."<br /><br />"You can't touch me, so I'm not afraid of you, cause you can't touch me, so I'm not scared, cause you can't touch me!"<br /><br />In each room we went to, the group behind me would yell to the forthcoming monsters, "OSU Fan, Back Here!" And every one of them would come after me, where I was still repeating my mantra, and proceed to join the swelling numbers behind me.<br /><br />In the next to last room, everything was pitch black. As I'm whispering to myself, I feel the hair lift off the back of my neck, and warm breath brushes down it as a creepy man's voice says,<br /><br />"If they don't see it, they can't prove I did it..."<br /><br />I plowed through seven people and and knocked the tour guide flat trying to get out of there. <br /><br />I don't do haunted houses anymore.<br /><br />InyannaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com