So…as I have mentioned a couple times…I hate haunted houses! I should capitalize HATE because literally, when I say HATE, I mean DESPERATELY HATE! For some reason, it never fails that every single Halloween I get dragged to some stupid haunted house. And do you know that every haunted house has some type of pitch black maze? Is it a requirement? Oh…and did I mention that I am scared of the dark AND I am clausterphobic! So you can imagine the anxiety I feel walking through a pitch black maze that, if I were 20 lbs heavier, I may not fit thru. Every year I promise myself that I am not going to put myself through another haunted house…and every year my lovely husband begs me to go and I do it. SUCKER! I also forgot to mention that most scared wives rely on their husbands to keep them safe and make them feel a little less scared right? Well ladies, my husband finds it humorous to make my life ten times worse when we go to a haunted houses. Not only does he NOT make me feel safe, he trys add to my anxiety…Let me give you an example: He walks at least five feet behind me at all times, he refuses to hold my hand, he trys to whisper to every vampire/skeleton/chainsaw looking creature that “my wife is terrified, so make sure you scare her”, he comes up behind me and scares me himself, AND THE LIST GOES ON………

But, once again, this year I gave in to my pleading husband and attended yet another haunted house with him. This time I only agreed to go because it was my 8 year old cousins idea. I mean, if an 8 year old can handle the haunted house, surely a 27 year old can right? Notice the picture of me, my cousin Tim’s fiance (Chelsea), my 8 year old cousin Makailee, and her 8 year old friend. Not to mention the 25 8 year olds that were in line behind us! Now…how bad could this haunted house be if all these grade schoolers were participating? This picture of me “smiling” was taken before we walked thru. Too bad I didn’t have an “after” picture. If I did, you would have seen that the look on my face turned from smiling to TORTURE! Remind me next year, that no matter who is begging me to go to a haunted house with them (even if they’re a 1/3 my age), DO NOT GIVE IN!!! I had nightmares about this night for the next week straight. Literally when I got home I was as pale as a ghost and SICK!