Worst nightmare come true
Do you see the grip I have on that coat?
Thursday afternoon I was filled with a desire to have an adventure with my husband.
We don’t have a lot of alone quality time because of his busy schedule and many demands and when we do spend time together it’s usually doing the same kinds of things.
I’m a big advocate that experiences of husband and wives are what keep the flame burning. You learn new things, see different sides of a person you live with and just have opportunities to fall in love over and over again.
So when I suggested an adventure to my hubby he was on board but now was the hard part of figuring out what we would do.
I suggested rock climbing or a haunted house…cuz hey tiz the season right?
He enthusiasticly replied with haunted house!
So the plans were made, I did the research for possibly the best one in town that was still tasteful and where they don’t touch you but one that was still scary and we dropped the boys off at my parents and took off.
I should mention however that we almost didn’t go because between the time we planned and the time we actually got ready to go my mood had changed and I wasnt feeling it as much.
This is when my darling husband informed me that he had never experienced a haunted house and this would be his first time…ever! He wasn’t pressuring me but it was enough to swing me back over to the excited mood and looking forward to our adventure.
So off we went. To the 10th west scare house.
We tried to get my brother and his wife to come cuz the more the merrier right? Or the more the safer? Right?
Anyway on the phone with him he asked if it was the one he was thinking of out by a certain area and I said ya. He said, “You know there is a big clown our front right?’
Oh crap. No I didn’t know that. And no this isn’t why we almost didn’t go. But it should have been.
I should have known.
But nope, I was going to be brave and have an adventure with my husband.
And an adventure it was.
I guess I was a little less worried after we experienced the inside portion of the house which didn’t contain any clowns at all. It was very frightening and I lost my voice from screaming so much but it was a fun kind of scary, not clown scary.
So I thought, “ok, maybe it’s fine and there’s just the one big clown out front as their first and only scare tactic and maybe just maybe they have one clown moving around and scaring everyone. I can handle that. I enjoyed the inside, I assumed as much for the outside.
I was so so very gravely wrong.
The entire outside portion of the house was themed and centered around clowns . There wasn’t a turn or stretch of this thing that wasn’t about clowns or where one jumped out at you. And followed you. And did their creepy clown thing.
I hate clowns.
And they could smell the fear on me and that fed into their creepiness even more and they really didn’t leave me alone. And I bet they all told each other and had little creepy communications with eachother, hey that girl right there is super scared of us….
Oh man. And then there is my husband who can’t stop laughing at me the whole time but when he could control himself he did a pretty good job at protecting me.
Somehow I survived and it ended. I did pee my pants just a little. For the record.
Was it an adventure? Yup!!! Did my husband and I grow closer together? Absolutely! So I guess in the end it was worth it.
But for future reference I will assume to stay away from haunted houses if there is a big clown out front. Duh.