My first Haunted House experience was bone chilling and extraordinarily exciting! The feeling of fear and first time flutters were better than the haunted house itself. I remember exactly how I felt.
I was around 4th or 5th grade and had been wanting to go to a haunted house for a while, so my dad took my friend Tami and me. It was in downtown Kansas City, Mo and was called......
The Edge of Hell.
Standing in line, it was a crisp fall evening. I was feeling a happy anxiousness. When you want to laugh from your gut even though nothing is funny. A type of exhilaration occurs with this anticipation. The fear and excitement grew the closer we got to the entrance. There were sights to be seen outside, too. The haunted house employees were getting people riled up before you even went inside. They were in costumes and some were carrying rats!
When you finally arrive to the entrance and step inside, it's like a haunted mansion. Cobwebs, walls painted black and everything dimly lit. The cashier greets you from a glass booth, wearing gothic clothing. Next, you are going up a flight of stairs. There are now black-lights leading the way. Almost a chalky substance swirling around the chilling air with organ music (Toccata and Fugue in D minor by Bach).
Once upstairs, the haunting begins! Terrifying things happen for what seems like an eternity. Ghouls grabbing at you while you try to cross a rickety, swing bridge. Pounding on the walls that sounds like an axe. Places so dark, you can't see your hand in front of your face. This was the funnest thing I'd ever done!
Finally you reach light. You see white everywhere and realize it's supposed to be Heaven...A peaceful moment in this house of horrors. It doesn't last long! Next thing you know, you are at the top of a slide.
Wait, what?! Yes, a slide. Little do you realize, you have just climbed the entire height of this enormous old building, which happens to be several stories high. I tell you, I was manic at this point! But I did it. I got on that slide and woooosh! Down I went, spiraling straight down in the pitch black!
Finally, I saw some light. I felt relief. But alas, it was not over yet.
Standing at the bottom waiting for me, taunting me, was the red man carrying a pitchfork. When I reached the end of the slide, I was on the floor, frozen with terror of this creature yelling at me to GET OUT!!!
He was prodding me with his pitchfork but I couldn't move. I was frozen with fear. He eventually showed mercy to my young self, helped me up, all while continuing to holler at me to leave!
WOW, it was over.
Stunned, I made my way to the waiting area where I met back up with my friend and my dad. I think I was speechless for a moment. As I recounted what had just transpired, I slowly got my wits about me. Did this madhouse scare me away? Nope. I looked at my Dad and said.... "Let's go again!"
But it's not like a roller coaster, you can't just go back in line to do it again. No, you savor every memory of the experience. You smile ear to ear and talk about it the whole car ride home. Then you can't wait for next Halloween so you can have this experience all over again.