Last Friday, I went to Lake Compounce with my friends and Southern for the haunted grave yard. Now I hate scary things. I do not watch scary movies, and I try to avoid being scared as much as possible. Me and my other friend, who is the same way as me, were told that the scary would stay in the haunted grave yard. It turns out we were lied to. There were people in costumes all over the place. Me and my two friends went on rides the majority of the time and we sure did not go into that haunted grave yard. The only hard part was avoiding the people walking around intentionally trying to scare people.
In order to do this, we all walked arm in arm looking around like the most paranoid people ever. The first creature that we saw was a odd looking thing. From behind you could not really tell what he, or it, was. We followed him for a while, and then we discovered what he was. He went in-between the bushes and blended in, he was a bush. He would hide there and scare unknowing people who walked by him. We walched him scare a few people, and then we continued to walk so that no one would try to get us.
After we went on a few more rides, my friends wanted to go on this rollercoaster that goes upside down. Now I hate heights, so me going on all of the other rides was unlike me enough that I did not need to go on this roller coaster. I walked through the line with them and then went through the exit when they went on. While I was watching them, I kept looking behind my back, and it is a good thing I did. Behind me was this zombie looking guy with a chainsaw. He scared two grown men behind me who screamed like little girls and ran. When he started to approach me, my heart was pounding. Now I know they aren't really zombies, but it was still scary. So I did the only thing that I could think of to get him away from me. I turned my head, smiled, waved, and said "Hey!" After he looked at me for a little while, he turned his head, waved, and walked away. It felt so good to know that all I had to do to get him away was wave.
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