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"Taken," By Hunter

12/29/2011

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We arrived at Hollywood Horror Nights around 6:45 P.M.  It was a cold night and the sky was covered in clouds with no sun in sight.  When we walked in, I spotted a girl covered in blood. 

“It looks so realistic!” I blurted out.

“I know, you’re right!” Daniel said.

We walked for a while until I saw something that really scared me…It was a clown with a chain saw (with no chain) I cringed as he came towards me. I was so scared I couldn’t even think straight. In my mind, I thought “He is going to get me!” but then I realized he really could not do anything to me.

“If I’m already this scared I wonder how that mazes will be,” I thought to myself.

We went in two mazes and then we decided to go on to the terror tram. I wondered in my mind about what The Terror Tram is like As if the first two weren’t scary enough I though nervously in my head.

I also thought about how much I did not want to come and how pressured I felt when they asked me to come. I also thought about how brave I was to make this commitment to say until it closed. 

We waited in line for about 25 minutes we were all very hungry and I was kind of grumpy. Every time I saw someone get scared, it reminded me of this nightmare I kept having every Friday night it was blurry and all I could remember is having this cold deep feeling I felt inside every time I woke up or, thought about it. I figured I would have this nightmare since it was Friday.

The tram ride took about 7 minutes then the scary part comes.

“I heard they drop you of in the forest with no where to go!” Daniel said excitedly. “That’s all a lie there is a clear path way,” said Jasmine.

“Well what ever it is I hope it ends soon!” I said with no emotion.   Well this is my stop I said to myself as I heard the man on the loudspeaker call out.   I felt like I just ate rotten eggs and I that I was too scared to even walk. But no turning back so here I go!

“Breath just breath everything’s going to be ok” I thought to myself nervously.  We walked into the forest where I started to think, “Why should I let people pressure me into doing stuff?” Then I decided to scare them I ran ahead them and hid behind an abandon car.  “I’ll show them!” I thought to myself.  “Well here goes!”  

Then suddenly I felt something wrap around my neck as cold as a block of dry ice. “Was this real?” I thought, “Was my worst nightmare becoming a reality?”

It was all happening so fast I wasn’t sure if it was one of my friend or a, worker or a, mass murderer!   I felt stilt ropes being tied around my tiny fragile wrists. 

I was in a dark place and all I could see was trees and bushes. I screamed until I couldn’t scream any more my hart was wasted and tired I though should I give up.  

Then it dawned on me I had my keys in my pocket and I felt saved.

Because my hands were so fragile and tiny, I could manage to move them toward my back pocket to cut the rope holding my feet to the tree. 

I had managed to slip my hands out and get my keys  but that still didn’t mean I was free I didn’t even know where to go to get back to the path but I had figured they were looking for me. When I finished cutting the rope, I felt the warmest joy in my soul. I followed my heart and I was re-united with my friends.                                                                                                                         


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Yasmin Lozano
1/10/2012 08:50:40 am

awsome :D

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