I had never entered a horror house before, that was my first and last time. I was studying at the university, and I was all grown up. Why would I be scared of a house where everyone inside is in costume? I don't see the reason. At least that's what I thought before I went in there.
One fine day a friend visits me and asks me to take her to the house of terror. In a tourist place in the city. I obliged, we bought the tickets and went there.
First of all, before entering, there are some very nice people outside inviting you to come in. They do it with a mischievous face and as if daring you to do it. I laughed with them. I told them with a big smile that of course I would go in, there was nothing there that was real, otherwise it would not be a place of distraction, hehe.
Upon entering at once there is a total absence of daylight. Of course, they make sure that everything is dark. So I have to follow a path where they have some torches that they turn on and then turn off. You are left in the dark and then when you turn it on again, you have in front of you a skeleton that moves and points at you to keep walking. The light goes out, and you keep walking. You turn the light back on, and there is evil laughter and, the sounds of creaking doors. They play with the lights, which makes you feel a little confused.
In a moment of light, you have spider webs in front of your face, spiders come towards you, they turn off the light, and you walk. They touch your legs, and there are sounds, devilish laughter.
Men with scary masks. I begin to doubt that this is a healthy place, I already have tachycardia and I want to get out of there.
Suddenly, a horrible mask with an axe in front of me makes the gesture of sticking the axe in my head. I cover myself, I scream, I beg for help, I want to get out. My heart is pounding. Suddenly they grab my hand and I'm out. It's light now.
Good God!... it's so ugly that the feeling of conjugating darkness with scary images and animals. Anyone can regret saying things like what I claimed.
You cannot make decisions a priori, nor say assertions without having lived the experience. I can't get out of my mind the memory of those very scary faces and situations that help to make an environment hostile, instead of pleasant. I can't imagine what kind of mind would find it fun to go through such anxious circumstances.
There is something for everyone to have fun with. I learned that I will never again go to a place of amusement where I am warned that there are scary or dark characters. My friend was very pleased, but at once I told her not to count on me for another amusement like that.
