It’s almost that magical time of year. My second favorite holiday. It’s almost Halloween!
Every year I go out with my friends/second parents, Susanne and Eric for some good old Halloween fun. We do Erebus every other year and this was another Erebus year! And man, I forgot how much of a workout is involved!
You climb up stairs, you go down ramps, you climb more stairs, you go down more ramps. The ceilings get low, the floors shift beneath your feet and the scares are actually frightening.
You may ask, “Emma, by what barometer do you judge whether a place is actually frightening?” Well I’m glad you asked. I am a bit of a paradox. I can’t tolerate horror movies at any level of scary, but when I go into a haunted house it’s like I’m dead inside. Nothing phases me. But this year elicited several jumps and a small shriek from me. Which may not sound like much but trust me, it’s a big deal.
Probably the most impressive scare was one where a dude descended on wires from the ceiling, landing on two bars directly overhead. That, my readers, was the shriek inducing scare. And though I say scare, what I really mean is surprise. Because at no point during haunted houses do I feel scared. It’s more like I’m in a suspense thriller.
Erebus is a four story haunted house that is touted as the largest haunted house in America. It is certainly an impressive sight to see. If you haven’t gone haunted housing yet I highly recommend it. You will have a spooktacular time!
Bye for now!