I was searching my brain and memories for some other scary thing that happened to me, and this was the first little story that I thought of. It actually ended up having a good ending, but it might not have.
Thanks to some good people, I was able to get to my destination safely and get home without a problem. So, let me tell you the story:
My navigation system tells me that my turn is coming up, but I can't see anything. By the time I see the extremely faded road sign for her road, I had already passed it. So, I decided it was time to find a road on the right so I could turn back around and get back to the road.
But, while I was on the phone with my mom, two men approached the car. Naturally, I was worried because I was along and they were older than me. I have always been taught that you shouldn't communicate with strangers, and that's even with your parents with you. I was all alone.
I heard my voice shaking when I told them that I was fine and that someone was going to come help me. They hadn't been sent by anyone, they were just passing by. I was on the phone with my mom and told her that two guys had approached and offered to help me get out of the ditch. My mom asked to talk to them and she agreed that they could help.
And that's how a scary night turned into a happy story!
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This week, I wanted to talk about haunted houses, my one memory, and how it affected me forever. I need to tell you up front that I love all things spooky. I myself have been an “actress” during a haunted house. My high school used to do a “haunted school” event where different areas were decorated in a theme. When I did it with my brother, we were on the “psych ward” floor (which is kind of offensive in my mind NOW, but wasn’t anything I thought of back then).
BACKGROUND ON THE MEMORY
The church event was always really fun. You would go into the church and walk around to the different Sunday school rooms. After knocking on the door, a nice churchgoer would greet you and fill your bag with a handful of candy.
There was a lot of fake blood. Other things were going on around the house, too. When I was younger, I was less adept at understanding haunted houses and understanding that the people working them are just people in masks and costumes.
We were very clear with my grandmother that we didn’t want to go to any haunted house. However, our cousin wanted to go by, so she convinced my grandmother to go. I remember crying and saying “no, please don’t go there.”
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED
There was a person wearing a very white mask that kind of looked like a devil face. It had a creepy smile. Other than that, the person (who I assume to be a man by how tall it was) wore a long black robe and black gloves.
The man approached the window and peered inside of the van. He kind of used his hands to cover the spaces around his eyes so he could get a clear view. After he confirmed that I was in there, he tapped the window with his hand and made a “come hither” gesture with his figure.
We also stopped going to my grandmother’s church because she had sworn to us we wouldn’t go to any haunted houses, but she continually broke the promise for our cousin.
I also sometimes wonder if that person was a part of the haunted house or not. I was pretty young and I think my grandmother knew the family. Surely they wouldn't have sent someone out into the road to tap on the window and scare a young girl. I could be wrong, but who knows what could have happened.
So that's the story. What do you think?