The Haunted Forest
A few years ago, I was dating a guy that came up with what he thought was a really great idea for Halloween. He lived near a giant corn field that at Halloween time was transformed into “The Haunted Forest”. It was out in the middle of nowhere in rural Timbuktu. Inside this “forest” the entire area had been transformed into the scariest, most terrifying trip through hell I have ever taken.
First of all the “corn field” was pitch dark at night. There was very little lighting around, just enough to help you figure out where the path was. It was deadly quiet, except for the screams of other dumb people that were traipsing their way along through this horror-fest. I started to get nervous, but then realized that this was supposed to be fun, and I was trying to be a good sport, and mostly a good date. I knew I was going to embarrass myself but I was really starting to freak out and get scared.
The guy I was with already had a huge grin on his face, I am certain he must have known how terrified I must be getting. The ambience of this place was really very scary. As we meandered along in the dark, every turn there was a ghoul, monster or bloody nightmare awaiting us. Of course, these creatures only popped out at the most unexpected times and I just couldn’t stop screaming. I truly hated every moment of this experience. The coup de grace was when after going around a grouping of trees something came bounding down from inside the tree right in front of our faces. It was a bloody Santa Claus with a noose around his neck and his eyes rolled back into his head. I nearly fainted. That was it! I needed to get out of this “Haunted Forest”. I screamed and screamed and nearly started to cry.
My date was completely opportunistic in his circumstances. He was giggling every time I would let out a wail. He thought my terror was hilarious! That was really frustrating! I held onto him for dear life, which I am sure must have been his intent, and when the whole ordeal was finished, I threw myself into his arms and almost cried with relief. I was so happy to be out of there, and swore on my life that I would never return to that place.
I am sticking with Halloween parties and trick or treating from now on. No more Haunted houses, Haunted Forests or Spook alleys for me. On second thought, if I get a date with that hot guitarist from that band I saw last weekend, now he might, just maybe, make it worth it!
