Personal Narrative: The Fear Factory

It was almost Halloween, and this weekend was the town's Fright Fest, in other words it was a giant Halloween festival for kids of all ages. There was trick-or-treating and a costume contest for the littler children, and the old school was set up to be our own little personal haunted house for the older kids. We called it the Fear Factory, and it was run by all of the parents and people around town. To us the Fear Factory had gotten old, it was always some of the same things year to year, and we wanted a real thrill, something new and exciting. The 6 of us were young, wild, and looking for an adventure.
Everyone, including us, knew better than to go down that street, Phobia Avenue. Set back way out of view of the main street, there was an
As we approached the front porch we could feel the eerie chills in the air. We walked through the front door and at first everything seemed normal, but after we had all crossed that initial threshold of the front door the house had hold of us. The door slammed shut behind us and locked all on its own, we were trapped inside… We quickly started to panick, looking for an escape. As we were searching for an exit the strangest things started to happen. We would see shadowy figures turning around corners, just to find no one there, bugs seemed to appear out of nowhere then scurry away, the eyes on paintings seemed to follow us as we ran through the house, and lastly the noises, they came from somewhere deep within the house and had no explanation. Each experience slightly more terrifying than the last; it was almost as if the house could sense our fear and was feeding off of it… Eventually we all ended up succumbing to fear and we just crippled over and gave in, the house had won. All of the legends and horror stories we had always heard about the house were real, today we discovered that they were true. The house had won, it had claimed its newest souls and feasted on their fear until nothing was left but the bones of its