Haunted Hayride I swung my car door open into the creepy darkness. Faint light shone around us in the crowded parking lot. I was looking around for clues to figure out where I was. Behind me stood a blank field which was glistening in the moonlight. My ankles felt like they were broken from ages of sitting in the cramped car. I turned around, dim light shone on a gigantic red sign. Finally, my eyes adjusted to the even faint light. I opened my eyes, the sign read “haunted hayride”.
Finally walking forward with my friends, so silent we could hear the faint screaming in the distance.The light wind smoothly flowed fluently through my blonde hair. My stomach felt like bombs going off every second. I asked my friend Molly “ Are you scared or nervous?,” She said “No” As we got closer I started to notice that kids years younger than me came out of the rugged fenced area with smiles ear to ear across their faces. Relief washed over my face. My friend Molly asked “ Are you okay?’’
I said “ Yeah, I’m fine’’
…show more content…
I looked passed the booth area. All I heard was carnaval music, smelled popcorn, and saw little decorations. At that point I was really surprised, I thought it would be much scarier. I remember when I was all freaked out, when it looks so fun. We finally went through the line and walked in. There was a bunch of little halloween decorations. I personally thought it was an amazing little setup. I was still wondering if I would start screaming and make a big fool of myself. I could be so embarrassed. The music was very loud, and it was crowded. So we decided to go right to the
was excited to attend the show, but I didn't know what to expect. I had always thought
There’s this really small highway town in New Mexico called Cimarron, and it’s small now but in the late 19th century it was a bustling crossroads for all sorts of people – gold speculators, ranchers, oilmen, and especially those vagrant characters, like Billy the Kid, seeking refuge from whatever lawman was on his tail. In Cimarron is this hotel, the Santa Fe Hotel, and they say that this place is the most haunted hotel still in operation, in the west. The lights flicker on and off, and people, visitors just say they encounter really weird things – like if you go in this one room, you might see a woman out of the corner of your eye, sitting on the windowsill and looking out for someone. And when you turn to face her, she disappears, but all of a sudden you smell a subtle waft of strawberry-scented perfume. Weird – yet you still not sure if this is true? Sounds sketchy, I know. Oh – I should say this hotel is haunted because 23 people have been shot to death in the hotel, either from a bar-fight or card-game or something. Well I went to stay at the hotel for a night, before I headed on to a nearby Boy Scout camp. I went with my troop, and we all got our own rooms. Guess what room I got – the strawbe...
Once inside, I started to began feeling weird and a little uncomfortable. I was surrounded by young, scary humans, with sharp, hard, shinny objects, in their faces and pieces of art on their arms or backs. I could now hear the music coming from inside the main room of the building. The room was every large with different sections that held a countless amount of people. We went to the lowest section of the main room and stayed near the back, where fewer people were. My feelings soon changed from weird and uncomfortable, to slightly scared and fearful for me life, as I began to view the first group perform.
The snow curled in my hair and rushed against my rose red cheeks. My heart pounded and my stomach glitched up and down like a pixel. The lift dodged by a big old yellow sign reading: “The Sweet Express.” The words willowed in my mind over and over again. As if it was digging into my brain and placing itself in the category labeled fear.
When I went, I had gotten there just in time. There were three women there that had an extra ticket, and to top it off their tickets/seats were in the front row center. So I had a very good view. As I sat down, I noticed on the stage one of the actors. He was Jack for "Jack in the Bean Stalk." Jack is one of the teachers at Ursuline Academy, Dale Mason. He was not my teacher, but I did know him. I thought that that was pretty cool.
The experience was noticeably different from the moment I walked into the theatre. One was not expected to wear a suit and tie but most of the patrons were very well dressed and the staff was actually helpful and wanted to lend their helping hands. Once inside and in my seat I felt almost as if I was at a concert as the lights went black then slowly came to light as the performers that handled the music and sound came on stage playing
Because I came a little bit earlier around 7:25,so I went in the waiting room where I started to scan the program notes just to get an idea what was going to be performed and when the time has come for us to get in.The room looks okay and the decoration was simple. The theater stage design was uncomplicated. The large size of the words: Forbidden Broadway was written in a part of the curtain. The only thing that made me feel weird, but not uncomfortable is that because I was the only black around all of these white people and this feeling of weirdness went away when I saw only three other back people in the room, so in total we were only four black
I was curled up in my warm blankets listening to the wind throw a tantrum outside. I thought about how much I hate wind, hoping that it would die down by the time I had to head out for school. I think suddenly thought about tents and sleeping bags on the sideway. I wondered how they were doing at that moment. I wondered if they were warm and how they were faring in the wind. I wondered how they ended up there and who’s to blame. I wondered why there wasn’t an easy solution. The next morning, as the bus approached the camp, instead of counting the tents and sleeping bags, I tried to look at their faces and reflect on how they got
There was a hint of worry in my voice as I said “She is okay and has received some medical help.
As I looked around I did not notice any special, about the room, it seems as though the room is always how it is. Although it did fit perfect in the show, it was very open, if I had to explain it. It made it really easy to see everyone performing. I notice that everyone in the audience were dressed up for the occasion. All the seats were filled with Parents, students, probably family members, everyone was there waiting for the performance to start. It was even delayed to people still trying to buy tickets. Not one single soul that was there didn’t end up dressing up. During the intermission I saw 8 kids running by me all wearing suits and
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
I was four, I was carefree, I was full of life. Outside, we were free to do anything. My cousins, sister, and I could do whatever we wanted. The thoughts slipped through my mind, quick as a flowing river, and I did not have a care to catch it. All I was thinking about was a way to satisfy my immense and never ending curiosity. As my feet stepped onto the warm cement road where my cousin Isaiah was crouching and inspecting the ground,
I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in