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Personal Narrative: Haunted Hayride

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I looked out from the passenger side window as we pulled into our parking spot. The trees were beginning to go bare in the frigid October weather, and the ground was covered in their dry, crispy leaves. The four of us were going on a haunted hayride tonight, a popular past-time for season. We clambered out of the car and left our bags behind. It had rained the day before, and it made the ground beneath us soft with mud and trampled leaves. The night hung over us in a dark, cloudy sheet. No one could ask for a better backdrop for this decidedly frightful evening. Our party sat back for a moment to ponder what spot on the hayride would be the best. We’d paid good money to be terrified, and we wanted to a spot that would bring us the most screams.

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