Haunting-Adeline

At the very end of the hallway is a massive mannequin, its skin burnt so
severely that it’s bubbled up in boils. An unnaturally wide bloody mouth,
and big yellow eyes top off his grotesque features. We veer into the closest
room, avoiding that monstrosity.
We enter into what looks like a doll’s bedroom. More pink and white
décor, a twin bed filled with deformed, creepy dolls, and a mirror in the
corner of the room that I’m almost sure is going to show something
standing behind me.
It looks innocent in here, but the strobe lights flash ominously, while the
blue, purple, and pink smoke swirls around us like wicked fingers, and the
music in the backdrop creates a dangerous vibe.
And then, out crawls a demented looking doll from under the bed, her
body twisted oddly as she comes ski ering towards us.
Daya’s and my screams pierce the air as we trip over each other to get
out of her way. We run towards the other exit door and are led out into
another room.
It takes all around ten minutes to get through the rest of the house. My
adrenaline sinks lower and lower, leaking down in between my legs as
monsters chase a er me.
It’s my favorite aphrodisiac, and something I can never assuage un l I’m
home alone a erwards.
On the way down the stairs leading towards the exit, I hear a faint
screech. It sounds like someone yelled out the name “Jackal” but it’s too
loud in here to tell.
When we’re out of the house, we breathe in deep, fresh air. The chill of
the air is a soothing balm to our lungs. The only downside is it does get
incredibly stuffy in the houses.
The next several hours are spent running around to all the rides in
between haunted houses. It breaks up the constant adrenaline rush with a
different kind of thrill.
I’ll never get red of the feeling of flying through the air at a breakneck
speed. It’s one of the few mes where I feel like nothing can get me.
Nothing can touch or hurt me.
Nothing can catch me.
It’s one of the cheapest thrills I can get nowadays that doesn’t cost me
my morals and sanity.