I don’t like anything remotely scary. Like at all. I don’t like being alone in the dark, I don’t like scary stories at a campfire, and I absolutely hate scary movies. That being said, the only thing that could be worse than watching a scary movie would be being in one, or a haunted house.

After a 6-hour drive that consisted of me sleeping, being antagonized by my younger sister, and listening to music, we had finally arrived at Universal Studios. We parked the car at the Curious George parking lot, which meant we had to go through the Universal Studio Walk. The Studio Walk is an area of stores and restaurants meant to attract tourists. This meant a lot of big flashy props like a gain guitar or a huge gorilla hanging off the side of a building. For my dad this meant stopping and taking pictures with anything that was remotely attractive.

After what felt like a hours of taking pictures and window shopping, we were finally at the main entrance of the park. The line wasn’t the size of a Disneyland line, but it also wasn’t as short as a Great America line.

Once we were in my family discussed which ride to get on first, I suggested riding the Simpsons ride, but my sister as always had to disagree with me suggested the haunted house. Since it was closer to the entrance and knowing that I didn’t like anything scary my family decided to go there.

If it wasn’t as clear as glass before let me reiterate, I hate anything scary. I tried my best to convince my parents to let me wait outside, but the more I insisted the more they wanted to drag me in. I had no choice but to go.

The line went by fairly quickly and before I knew it we were in. To make things worse my family made me go in first, but everything was fine at the beginning and nothing made me cry. It was towards the Chucky portion of the haunted house that things started to go downhill.

It wasn’t any more scary than the rest of the house, but it looked really interesting so I looked around for a bit. There were doll boxes everywhere and there was someone dressed as chucky waiting to scare the next person to walk through. I turned around to tell my family about the person and realized I had been standing the room for too long.

When I turned back around I realized my family had left. I walked towards the exit of the room and saw a pitch black hallway that was about 20 feet long. I peeked my head in and looked to the right and saw what looked like a girl sitting down with hair covering her face.
This freaked me out and I could see my family at the end of the hallway so I started screaming “MOM MOOOOM MOM MOOOOOOOOOM MOM MOM MOM MOOOOOM MOM” until they just walked away.

My expectation was to have my not-so-sweet family walk back and walk through the hallway with me, but sadly this didn’t happen, instead I could hear them laughing as they walked off without me.

At this point my heart was racing and I was even more scared because I didn’t want to walk through the hallway and have girl chase me, I also didn’t want to run through and have the girl chase me, so the only choice I had left was to wait. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was waiting for, but I knew for a fact I wasn’t going through that hallway alone. I was alone in the Chucky room for what felt like an hour but was more like 3 minutes when a family walked by.

I didn’t say anything and we awkwardly exchanged eye contact before they left and walked into the deep, empty hallway.  I followed as closely as I could without making it obvious I was waiting for someone to go through the hallway with. I guess the family didn’t want to spend a lot of time in the hallway either because they  ran through as quickly as possible.

What surprised me the most was what girl did, or to be more clear what she didn’t do. The girl was in fact a statue and she was just there to give the hallway an eerie feeling. I felt like an idiot and sprinted through the rest of the haunted house. Once I was out I told my family what had happened and we all laughed it off. I was glad I waited for the family, because as cheesy as it might sound I realized it was better to be safe than sorry.