I'll tell the story so it makes more sense why I can't handle that bitch lol.
A buddy and I went to this horror house one year for Halloween. It was ten rooms, each having a famous horror character in it. There's the entrance, the door to the next room and an exit in case you're too afraid to continue. We made it through Leatherface, Ghost Face, Michael Myers, Chucky, Freddy Kruger, Jason Vorhees, Hellraiser and the cannibals. The 9th room was empty besides a couch in the center. I sat on the couch looking for clues because each room had something that signaled the monster to you (i.e Chucky was when you looked under a bed, Leatherface was when you looked behind a bloody curtain etc). My buddy looks up from his phone and his eyes get WIDE. I'm like "bro...don't fuck with me..." and he backs away a little. I look over my shoulder and there's the Grudge bitch looking at my through the corner of her eye...maybe two inches from my face...and she starts making the noise and slowly turning her head towards me. I screamed like a little bitch and ran out the exit. Which sucks, because if you go out the exit the only way back in is paying the fee all over, and the last room was the main reason we went. Pennywise The Clown. :(
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