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Leo's House of Horror
Back in 4th grade I knew this kid name Leo. He really liked Mighty Max and Clay Fighters for some reason. Anyway, on Halloween he told me to go to his horror house for a fee of 1 dollar. So I put on my faggot costume and headed on over obliviously. He told me the instructions of "surviving the horror". I thought to my self that this was fucking retarded and I can't wait to go back to my house and eat my shitty Good and Plentys. So I walked into the front garage door and saw a white curtain ahead of me with some red dye on it with 4 other kids. I went through the curtain and was met by massive strobe effects and ultra loud Halloween music. Next thing I knew like 7 guys with masks on jumped at us. For that split second I was like "That WAS pretty scary". The horror wouldn't end there.
The guys in masks proceeded to tackle us violently. I heard some shouting like "Don't touch them you idiot". I ran passed the next curtain and ran to even more mind-boggling strobes. I thought that was it. Then out of fucking nowhere, a large guy with a Jason mask on jumped out of the side. He had an industrial sized chainsaw being revved. I was completely scared stiff. He was running me full speed with a super loud chainsaw. I turned around and ran for my life. The other kids were still wrestling then masked queers away. So anyway, this giant guy's chainsaw is only fucking inches away from my head. I'm not over exaggerating whatsoever. I was running of what seemed like 1 minute around his super dark yard trying to avoid his machine of death. Every time I thought that this was just a joke, he almost decapitated me. I really don't think I was more afraid in my life.
I was so fucking tired; he was finally heading back to trap a 6-year-old against the fence and teasing the boy with the chainsaw. I was finally slowing down at this fake graveyard. About a dozen kids with more masks jumped out of the bushes and fucking tackled me again. Last time I just laid there then got back up. These fuckers were holding me down and growling at me or some shit like that. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. I punched, kicked, scratched, bit my freedom out of there. Those kids really must have been seriously hurt by me because they never again attempted to grab anybody again. So I finally got to the street. I went home and ate more confectionery treats then any normal living organism could withstand.
Fuck you, the end.
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