[quote]By Sushmitha Suresh
Graphic by Sushmitha Suresh[/quote]

After nearly two hours of waiting in line and a couple of scares from random clowns, I was not ready to walk through the Massacre Haunted House. But, I conquered my fears, and was not as petrified as I expected to be.

Quite honestly, the wait in line was scarier than the haunted house itself. A gory horror movie was being played that included a possessed girl who somehow possessed her dog. Why do they have to go and ruin dogs? Loud, frightening noises would erupt out of nowhere, the room smelled like eggs, and characters from inside the house paid a nice friendly visit to us as we got farther through the line. My personal favorite was the dead Nazi, who invaded your personal space like it was no big deal. “He licked my face,” sophomore Tory Christian said.

The further we got down the line, the weaker my knees got. As I read the warnings, I didn’t realize that I had subjected myself into something much scarier than expected. The sign clearly read, “Victims may experience seizures and or death.” I was expecting zombies and people with chainsaws, not death. I did not sign up for death! But eventually, I entered and accepted my inevitable doom.

The entire house was a blur. You enter and there are dead people in straightjackets, just the start you need. What I learned about haunted houses is that the more you show your fear, the more they try to scare you and vice versa. If you don’t look scared at all, then you attract the most amount of creatures. I’m pretty sure at one point instead of a scream, I sang.

There were some funny moments. A bloody goblin pointed to my friend’s shoes, referring to the hit vine that exclaims “what are those?” The dead Nazi asked us if we liked turkey sandwiches and I told him I was a vegetarian. He did not approve of my lifestyle.

I think they know what you’re scared of. There’s no possible way of them knowing it, but I think they could sense my fear of people in animal costumes. So, of course, the scary pig man comes up to me and confesses his undying love for me. Tears were definitely forming.

I entered a dark room, a train came at me, and I’m pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes. So, that was interesting. At that point the words that got me through the house were “Go Go Mustangs,” and “do it for Metea Media.” You’re welcome.

Overall, Massacre is a good place to take people who have a very low scare tolerance, but it seems boring to those who aren’t scared as easily. It’s definitely a fun Halloween activity you can do with a large group of friends and/or family. I give it 3.75 stars.