Descriptive Essay On A Haunted House

Haunted houses are not common in Waynesboro, Virginia but every year there is a haunted forest done to raise money for breast cancer. The haunted forest is called Twisted Creations and was where the first truly terrifying event that ever happened to me took place. I was a scrawny, timid eight year old girl with large, bright blue eyes, sandy-brown hair cut to my shoulder blades who led a sheltered life. Two days before Halloween, my family and I were sitting in our living room after dinner watching the movie Hocus Pocus. My mother was on her computer when she asked “You all want to go to the haunted forest?” We (my three sisters, my father and myself) were all bored and looking for something to do so of course we said yes. We piled in my mom’s red jeep commander and were off.

We arrived at Twisted Creations. I realized then that the forest was not really a forest at all but instead someone's backyard that they had decided to decorate. There was a long line beside the house and the owners had a little concession stand set up in the garage where you could buy warm apple cider and popcorn balls and a few other things. As we got closer, I noticed that around the ticket booth was decorated with carved pumpkins. Some pumpkins had cartoon characters, others had a witch profiles, and still others had plain jack-o-lantern faces but they all had fake tea lights

I was nervous but I was not as timid of a child as I had been. The chainsaw man was still there but this time I did not run away. I had changed, became more hardened and my flight or fight response had changed. Instead of fleeing, I would fight whatever obstacle got in my way. Sometimes I am ashamed that I ran and that is why my instincts changed. Haunted houses will always terrify me but my experience at Twisted Creations has allowed me to grow and learn about myself. How I respond and the terror that is possible to