I have learned a very good lesson this evening. When I become scared, I become more polite. You have no idea how many times the words, "how are you" came out of my mouth this evening. It didn't matter if it was a death's head, a grotesque mask, or a clown on stilts walking towards me. Each of them received a greeting to ask about their well being.
My roommate probably would have preferred that I completely ignore the people with the scare tactics and keep my head down as we made our way through a haunted maze, but then we wouldn't have made very much progress. Each avenue of terror brought on a new form of horror. Fright, alarm and panic would normally be the words that I would use to describe my feelings while finding my way through a place designed to make my heart race and my voice shout out in surprise, but I found myself quite calm. I attest this feeling to the fact that my roommate was terrified and needed me as her strength. I could not cower if I was to be the leader that brought us out to safety. Through walls that pushed in on us and corn filled with the sound of chainsaws we trudged on. No zombie or maniac was going to hinder our way. No sir, we would prevail and so we did.
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