Journal #14

I have two very scary moments that have occurred in my life. One of them happened last year at the end of the summer, the last day of summer actually. My friend Amanda and I had spent the entire night at the fair having a good time, but it was getting late and it was time to go home. We had parked about four blocks from the entrance in some random person's yard. It was about ten o'clock at night when we were walking back to our car. During the walk, there were these drunk guys drinking on a porch that we had to walk by. They tried talking to us, but we kept on walking. It was pretty sketchy. After we got a little ways from the house, we noticed one of them was following us. We freaked out. We started walking as fast as we could and immediately called my mom. We were so pumped up on adrenaline and fear that I had to focus just to control my hands from shaking while dialing my mom's number. We were able to make it to our car safely, but it definitely shook us up. I think the fear was created because of the unknown. We had no idea what this guy was doing or his intentions so we just assumed the worst. Another very scary moment in my life occurred a few weekends ago. This was when I went to my first haunted house with my friends. I am an easily scared person and this was a really big deal for me. I was fine one the car ride there, but once I realized this is really happening, I got extremely anxious. In line for the haunted house, I was literally almost in tears from being so scared. They had zombies walking around while you waited in line, and of course they love messing with scared girls that they can get a good scream out of. This would be me. I refused to let go of my friend and I did not even want to look up to see if they were still there. I also kept my eyes closed for the majority of the haunted house. I think I was mostly scared because it was a new experience for me. I had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that by the end of the night, I would be terrified.