Viv's Halloween Blog - One More Day!!!
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vivienHaunted houses are something I don't go to every year. When I do go, I enjoy the shocks and scares.
The best haunted house I've gone to in Denver is Frightmare, which is situated on the grounds and outbuildings of an old farm. Part of the reason it's delightfully scary is the fact that much of it is outside under the big black sky. BRRR! You feel much more exposed, let me tell you, and the scares are even scarier.
The best one of my teenage years was held by a church group, which I thought odd, but hey - they did a bang up job. It was in a shabby, nondescript house, and it was less monster and gore, and more psychological freak out. What I remember most was this creepy section of tunnels made from cardboard refrigerator boxes. You could hear sounds and thumps, but you couldn't really see what was happening. My friends and I squealed!!!
The scariest haunted house ever was the one held in the abandoned house behind the house we lived in when I was eight. I was scared and fascinated by the house anyway. You could see shredded furniture on the porch, detritus in the yard, tattered curtains in the window - but it was forbidden like a forbidden thing. So I could only peer over while I played in the yard. When the haunted house moved in, there were flashing lights, screams, sound effect noises, and the like until way past my bedroom, and of course my bedroom faced the back yard. That was one heck of a scary Halloween season, let me tell you.
Maybe next year I'll make it to Frightmare again. It's been a while since I had a good spooky scare.
The best haunted house I've gone to in Denver is Frightmare, which is situated on the grounds and outbuildings of an old farm. Part of the reason it's delightfully scary is the fact that much of it is outside under the big black sky. BRRR! You feel much more exposed, let me tell you, and the scares are even scarier.
The best one of my teenage years was held by a church group, which I thought odd, but hey - they did a bang up job. It was in a shabby, nondescript house, and it was less monster and gore, and more psychological freak out. What I remember most was this creepy section of tunnels made from cardboard refrigerator boxes. You could hear sounds and thumps, but you couldn't really see what was happening. My friends and I squealed!!!
The scariest haunted house ever was the one held in the abandoned house behind the house we lived in when I was eight. I was scared and fascinated by the house anyway. You could see shredded furniture on the porch, detritus in the yard, tattered curtains in the window - but it was forbidden like a forbidden thing. So I could only peer over while I played in the yard. When the haunted house moved in, there were flashing lights, screams, sound effect noises, and the like until way past my bedroom, and of course my bedroom faced the back yard. That was one heck of a scary Halloween season, let me tell you.
Maybe next year I'll make it to Frightmare again. It's been a while since I had a good spooky scare.
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:35 am (UTC)