Very real looking monsters lurked around every corner. “Dead” souls, trapped in eternal anguish, reached out from behind bars to grab me. The rooms were filled with zombies, ghosts, and monsters. There were large bowls filled with blood and guts that we had to stick our hands in. Blood-curdling screams and wailing filled each room. With every step the terror continually built up inside me. The other people going through the haunted house were screaming. Half-way through I ran out terrified, with my three year old daughter bundled up safe in my arms. No! This was not for me.
Mini-Challenge: Write a Halloween Story in 100 words or less.