I few weeks ago we went on a group date to the haunted straw maze. Yes, a maze that you have to figure out to get out of while scary people dressed as clowns, zombies, men with chainssaws, and so much more. I don't know why I agreed to this date because I hate this kind of stuff but I went. When we got to the entrance of the maze, I felt my heart starting to race as I heard the screams coming from the inside. I started to shack with fear and sweat in my jacket I grape Erik's (my boyfriend) hand and pulled him close. My shacking was getting worse as we walk into the maze.
A man with a bloody sword jumped out of a corner making my heart leap from my chest into my throat. Erik pulled me closer as he felt my body shacking with fear. I closed my eyes as I saw a clown down the path we heading down. Clowns are the worst in my opinion, they are so creepy the way they come up to your face asking if you want a balloon. We had only been in the maze for a few minutes and I was done. I wanted to leave and go home and eat some chocolate to clam my poor scary body. We continue down one of the paths and we were blinded by a bright light making the path impossible to see or what was in front of us. In my head I knew this was where we were going to die just then a man in black jump out with a chainsaw making me lungs scream out. I started to run away dragging Erik with me I was running having no idea where I was going, I just wanted to get away from the man with the chainsaw. Finally coming to a place where no one was I stop and look Erik who was smiling and trying to not laugh. I was catching my breathe while my heart was also trying to catch up. This is torture I thought to myself but then realized I said it out loud. Erik pulled me in close to a tight hug and said "your OK I'm here" I didn't feel safe here in this maze though. We walk back down the path I had dragged us down and we continue to find our way to the finish.
It took us a hour and half to complete the maze by the time we finished my heart was exhausted from beating so hard. The rest of the group was fine and ready to go to another haunted something. I was done for the rest of the year and for my life with haunted things.
