Every year, when Halloween rolls around, my school holds a party and a haunted house. Every year, I always chicken out before I get through the door. It's not that I'm a scared-y cat, I just don't like the idea of being surprised while, you know, in total darkness. This year though, I'm going to go through that haunted house, and nothing is going to stop me.
I stand in line waiting for my moment of truth. As I get closer to the door, I realize my heart is beating against my chest as fast as humming bird wings. I breathe deep breaths to try to calm myself, but it doesn't seem to be working.
Finally, it's my turn to go in, and I have no choice but to walk to my supposed doom. What I saw in that room was not what I expected.
Thick, and obviously fake, cobwebs hung in clumps from the ceiling, secured there with metal tacks. In the corner was a skeleton, or at least what was meant to be a skeleton, laying against the wall in a very drunken looking position. As Dracula came lunging at me, he tripped on his cape and destroying most of what was left of the haunted house. Once I walked out, all I could do was hold my sides as I laughed.
This was what I was afraid of for years? What a joke.
Based off the vignette: A Rice Sandwich by Sandra Cisneros.