Personal Narrative: The Haunted Trail

In October of 2011, my life changed forever and would never be the same. The day started off just like any other fall day, except there was excitement in the air for what was to come later that night. Halloween was just around the corner and the time was here for me to finally get to join my sister and her friends for their Halloween tradition. I was nervous to the point of butterflies in my stomach, and I could not hold still. My entire body was alive with part excitement and part fear. I had no idea what to expect, but what happened was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. We were going on a haunted trail. A tradition was started with my sister and her friends of going to a haunted house every year. My mom always drove them, and

I tried not to look too closely, so I clung to Amber’s arm. Ethan was behind us guiding us to go into the trail, and one of the witches followed us. The group of people with us went first, and we followed last. Last is not the place to be when on a haunted trail. The trail started with a web of some kind of black material hanging on both sides of the trail as we walked through. I knew something or someone was going to jump out. Amber and I were waiting and waiting and then BAM! A huge guy in a costume jumped out at us! Amber and I both screamed bloody murder, and I put my head into Amber’s jacket. Amber grabbed onto Ethan and he laughed at how creeped out we were when we were saying how something was going to come out. He pushed us to walk forward. We walked further, then there was a bridge. I had heard my sister and her friends talk about this bridge and I knew it was not going to be easy to cross. The bridge was only wide enough for one person to cross at a time and was around 10 feet long. The bridge was high enough off the ground to know someone could easily be hiding underneath it. There was enough room in between the boards to see the ground, but not enough room to see if something or someone was underneath where you were walking. It was too dark to see anything, and hearing people ahead screaming was enough to make me cling to Amber and refuse

Amber and I both laughed at the way we acted when we knew it was not real, and we still think about it every Halloween. That was a night that changed me forever. The adrenaline running through my body was addicting. I loved the way it felt to be scared to death and still know everything is really just fine. I became addicted to doing scary things for Halloween, after my experience on that haunted trail. Halloween has become my favorite time of year. I have been on multiple haunted trails, hayrides, and houses now. I still scream throughout all of it, but I do not hide anymore. Now, I keep my eyes open ready for every single scare. The thrill of knowing someone is going to jump out and scare me is something I absolutely love, even knowing I am going to scream like crazy when it happens. This haunted trail made me fall in love with Halloween and is an experience I will never