Haunted Houses And You: An Informative Guide

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It’s the first weekend in October and you know what that means? That means haunted houses will be popping up all over the country. Now, I love haunted houses and horror movies more than most people, so I make it my duty to visit at least a million every Halloween season.

Because of my love for the houses, I’ve become an expert on what not to do in a house. Here are some things to keep in mind when you visit these houses of horror. I also have several family members and friends who are working in someone of the biggest houses in the United States, so I’ve talked to them about what you, the reader, can do to so you can avoid being ‘that guy’.

Don’t Make it Bad

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Even after all of the other guests had left due to the rain one stayed behind. Kneeling in front of the freshly dug grave, a song escaped his lips as he began to cry.

When Doves Cry

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The soft laughing of a girl filled the evening air as a boy whispered something in her ear. She playfully punched his shoulder brfore looking down at her wrist-watch and realized the time was later than she thought. She motioned to the boy that it was time for her to go home. He put his arms around her to signal hat he didn’t want her to leave him. When she tried to escape from his grasp Tom voiced his thoughts on the matter.

“You can’t stay there! You’ll die if you do,”

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

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“Come on! Move faster!” Rhett yelled at the car in front of him. Of all times for him to be

stuck in traffic, this was the worst. He needed to get to Anna. He combed his fingers through his curly dark brown hair and slammed his palm onto the steering wheel causing the horn to blare at the old woman’s Caddy. “Move!” But alas, the car in front of him crawled on the asphalt. He glanced at the clock on the dash, 12:13 am. He looked up to the moon through the windshield and prayed. Prayed that he wasn’t too late.

 

Poor Son of Dixie

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When the scared-looking soldier stepped out of the woods with his hands raised I was pretty sure that he wanted to surrender but my sergeant shot him anyway. “What was that for? He was surrendering?” I yelled at Sergeant Kelly as he lowered his rifle. “This is a war damnit! We have to kill some people.” He said as he went through the newly deceased soldiers clothes looking for ammunition. “But he was only a boy.” I said barley above a whisper. “Well blame his Mama for letting him join the army, William, now let’s move out”

Not Alone

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Julie was sleeping in bed, her arms wrapped around a teddy bear that her boyfriend had given her. Most nineteen-year-olds didn’t sleep with toys but the bear made her feel safe at night. Especially on nights like this. Both of her parents were out of town on business and Julie was home alone. She hated being alone. Hated it with a passion. Every noise she heard or thought she heard was immediately processed in her brain as an intruder.  The idea of someone breaking into her home scared her more than words could ever express. But tucked into her warm bed, Julie was safe from the evils of the world.

Her eyes snapped open. What was that? Wide-awake, she listened to the world around her. After a few moments that felt like hours Julie relaxed again. It was just her overactive imagination playing cruel games on her. As her eyes closed for the second time she heard the noise again. This wasn’t imaginary. She heard something moving around in her house. Slowly panic started to build up in her chest making it hard to breathe. She held her teddy close and tried to focus on the situation at hand and stave off the impending panic attack. If someone was actually in her house she needed to keep her head on straight and that would have been a lot easier if she had remembered to take her anxiety medication that morning.

With her eyes locked onto the door, Julie leaned over and reached for her cell phone that was charging on the bedside table. Clutching the phone to her chest she gazed at it to check the time. The blinding screen read 1:15. Her parents said they would be coming home that next morning but if they were going to arrive early they would have called or at least texted her.

The Window

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I never liked the window in my dorm room. There was nothing physically wrong with the window itself; it just made me feel uncomfortable. I felt like I was being watched when I went near it.

During the first few months at school, I just thought that the feeling was homesickness or my mind playing tricks on me.

Then one night I was awoken by what sounded like someone softly knocking on my window. I got up from my bed and checked the window, but no one was there. Of course no one was there, I thought to myself. I lived on the fourth floor and there were no trees near my window. It was impossible for someone to be out there. However I was too freaked out by the “knocking” to fall back asleep. I was so certain that I had heard something and the little voice in my head kept telling me to check the window again.