Personal Narrative: The Haunted House

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The Haunted House When I stepped inside the haunted house, I thought I was going to die. The first step I took, I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I started walking in the haunted house alone because all the people I came with left me to go find something to eat. I was welcomed by this very frightening man with a very frightening chainsaw in his giant hand. I continued to walk along until I got stopped by another man that was even scarier than the last. He told me not to be scared, but I was terrified! As I kept walking along, the scary people with masks that looked too good to be true touched me when I told them to stay away. I started freaking out; I didn’t know what to do. I mentioned to them that they weren’t allowed to get close to me,

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