Personal Narrative-The Cabin In The Woods

It’s midnight and as I expected, a black Ford F-150 Truck with tinted windows pulls up to my house. I walk outside holding a backpack with my portable speakers and a baseball bat. However, I quickly change my mind and leave the baseball bat inside the house. I hop into the back seat of the truck and am greeted by four large burly kids. “What’s up Matt?” says Ben who is sitting in the drivers seat. With music blasting, Ben takes off the parking brake and presses his foot down onto the gas pedal. Soon we are heading down dark winding roads as we listen to music from Captain Murphy, which contributes to our mischievous mood. Finally we arrive. We pull off onto a dark, narrow side road that winds back and forth like a snake. The car shook as the truck drove over the large rocks and potholes in this dirt road) With only forest and no streetlights surrounding us, this road looks similar to the horror movie the Cabin in the Woods. Then suddenly, in the darkness we begin to make out the ominous abandoned cabin in the woods. According to rumors a group of people used to worship the devil at this location. While at first I was a skeptic, one good look at the cabin made me into a believer.
From looking in the addict to being hesitant about looking in the well, I have learned … Our purpose of this adventure was to scare ourselves and we more than succeeded on that aspect. I have always found peoples relationship between fear and excitement interesting. Why do people find excitement in things that should cause fear such as horror movies, roller coasters, and skydiving? (VERY DIFFERENT THINGS) Although I do not know the answer to this question, I have come to realize that people have different tolerances for fear. My actions of deciding to go on this trip, being the only one to go into the attic, and deciding not to go into the well help shed a greater light on my tolerance of