Descriptive Essay On A Haunted House

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I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all. It was a cool, crisp night, but I couldn’t feel it. I was too confident. The line was stretching all the way across the street, so it took about two hours for us to get to the front of the line. When we were about to go in, we handed the worker our tickets. All of a sudden, I heard a huge bang and then a scream from a woman. My nerves jumped up a little bit, and I started to have some second thoughts about going in. However, it was too late, and we were already in. The worker showed my dad, my brother, and I, a long, narrow hallway we were supposed to follow. My dad led the way. We were going along just fine when I felt a rush of air behind me and a huge bang against the metal. I quickly whipped around to see a man dressed as a gnarly
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