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Personal Narrative: The Nightmare On Lenox Street

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The Nightmare on Lenox Street “Come on Fadi, don’t be a chicken, its all fake!” said my friends, insisting I would be okay. It was the beginning of October, and everyone was talking about haunted houses and how much fun they are, so I decided to go to one. I never understood why anyone would pay money to get scared; however, I decided to be spontaneous and try something new. I instantly started to imagine the experience. I thought of all of the orange, yellow, and red leaves that would fill the ground, and the caramel apples and sweet cider they would sell. I warmed up to the idea and said “Fine guys I’ll do it, but if anything happens to me it's on you!” I spoke with a shaky but excited voice and they all agreed. I faked my confidence from

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