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Welcome to my blog, inside you'll find a little bit of everything. I made this blog a secret, and only a handful of people know of it. I like to make art, write stories with other people aka roleplaying, listen to music such as what you'll hear on my player below. Inside this blog you'll find: dreams that bother me, hopes for the future, current problems, other rants, maybe some poems, snippets of what I like to write, and general everyday stuff.


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Name:: Jen
Gender:: Female
Age:: 25
DOB:: January 31, 1984
Location:: Cincinnati, Ohio
Status:: Happily Taken.


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Our Saturday Night
Sunday, October 26, 2008 @ 12:59 AM
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Matt and I went to Mt. Healthy's Haunted Hall.
Paid ten dollars each to get in, though we could have either brought two canned goods a piece to get 2 dollars off a piece, or we could have paid 15 dollars to jump the line and go right in. I'm glad we didn't pay the 15 dollars to jump the line, I despise line jumpers.. even if they have "Gold Passes". The wait was worth it in itself. I kept psyching myself out, because I am easily scared as it is. I love being scared.. whether it be by movies or haunted houses or whatever.
In the roped maze of a line, there were guys walking around all decked out in scary costumes. One of which, was a guy as a zombie. If you all don't happen to know.. I'm terrified of zombies, they are my favorite subject though. I guess it tapped a personal fear, whatever.. it scared the shit out of me. The guy was GOOD at what he was doing. And I really do mean good.
So we finally get to the front of the line, and I'm thinking they're going to send in groups of like.. 10 or something. Wrong. Totally wrong. They were doing how ever many were in YOUR group. Guess what? It was only Matt and I.
I don't know why I started really freaking out, we went in and I turned around and started begging Matt to not go through with it. He coaxed me to go on in, so I did. Something scared the shit out of me and I screamed, and then the tears came.
Yes. I, Jenny, screamed and cried like a little baby. Tears poured down my face, things kept popping out at me and I buried my face into Matt's chest and sobbed. I know he was really amused and shocked because I'm 'a tough girl' and I love horror movies. Like I said.. I have NO idea what made my head snap and start crying like I did. I was shaking, my knees were weak... I know those people running that thing were VERY proud of themselves. They definitely accomplished what they set out to do.
Scare the hell out of people.
I don't know how many times I screamed, I don't know when I stopped crying. My eyes burned, I went through it. It was expertly set up and I am glad we went. It was well worth the ten bucks a piece, the wait in line and all the tears and screams. Those people put a lot of effort into the business, I'm glad they got put into the Hall of Fame for haunted attractions by CincyHaunt.com
The improv was perfect, the effects were phenominal and over all.. I didn't pee my pants or puke. Especially on the fun house effects like the revolving room that goes in a circle around you while you walk over the bridge. It has green glowing dots all on the circle going around overhead and under foot and all around in general. I thought I was going to puke. We had a zombie as an escort through it and he told me to close my eyes while going through it because I thought I was going to get sick.
After we got out of the building, there were attractions set up all in the back of the place outside. Like the circular tube that revolved and made me dizzy and sick. There was a maze we had to duck and turn through in total darkness. I loved it.
I'm giving this a ten out of ten stars, ten being the best of course. I cried, I screamed, I begged to leave, and I loved it all.

Needless to say.. after we left, I meekly asked for ice cream to soothe my scratchy throat. I'm a total wimp. =)