Laura’s place

On Friday, my school put together a haunted house in the library. I thought it would be corny and lame, like most school haunted houses are. But who doesn’t love haunted houses? I did it anyway.

Okay, so supposedly, several years ago, a boy named Johnny died at my school in the “swimming pool on the roof”. The haunted house was pretty much telling his story.

Anyway, back to the haunted house. I went in a group of ten or so people and one of the teachers was the narrator. We went in the back entrance of the library and the door closed behind us. It was all dark except for a small light at the top of the stairs. I gripped my friend’s shoulders as the teacher started telling the story. “This is the story of Johnny…and how he died here…” Just then someone jumped out from the dark behind us. I knew it was only a volunteer working here, but I screamed anyway. To tell the truth, I was seriously spooked.

We climbed the stairs and came to the closed door of the library. It was creepy going up the stairs because the railings were covered in fake spider webs. For some reason it kind of reminded me of Shelob’s lair in the Lord of the Rings. The teacher said, “You are now entering the place where Johnny was last seen, where words come to life and books fly at you.” We entered the library and there was one of those robot witches that cackled and moved. That kind of surprised me so I screamed.

We walked past the bookshelves. Suddenly, hands darted out from between the books and grabbed at our feet. I jumped up and screamed. I did that every time a hand touched my foot or leg until we got to a round carpet with bean bag chairs. The teacher told us to sit down, and so we did. He told a bit more of the story. He told us how Johnny died. Then someone screamed. We all looked up and there was a small person with long dark hair over his or her face emerging from behind the bean bag chairs. The person was was moving zombie-like. I was screaming too. My friend May was next to me, I thought. I felt her shoulder against my left shoulder. I looked over at her but instead saw someone with a completely white face streaked with black. I don’t think that was May. I screamed and jumped away quickly, and crawled backwards as far and fast as I could. No, really. I was really scared. The zombie-like person was getting closer so, still screaming, I jumped up and hid behind one of my friends.

The teacher said, “This way.” And so I stayed as close to the front as possible. I wouldn’t want to be in the back, in case the zombie caught up with me. The teacher told the end of the story, how Johnny still haunted the school to this day. Near the main door of the library, there was a dark space which led to the computer lab. I thought something would come out of there and kill me or something so I ran as fast as I could to the back of the line and came face to face with the zombie. I screamed and hid behind one of my friends again. I was right. Someone with black and white makeup came zombie-like from the dark space. I screamed. The main door opened and we all ran outside where it was light.

I think the actors and designers for our haunted house should be professionals.