Later last night, I went with Jessie and three friends from school and three of their friends that were visiting from Ohio, and we went an hour away to a haunted corn maze in Farmland. We were maybe five minutes away, when the
cornmaze was eight minutes til closing, then we were led on a detour. Steve, our driver, decided the better idea was to forget the detour sign and continue on. I won't tell you how our excursion managed a way around the closed bridge, but it did involve white knuckles and grabbing Gabby next to me. Ok, I will tell you -- we crossed the Mississinewa River through the Mississinewa River. It was intense, but I loved it. We didn't get arrive until 10:59, so it was plenty dark, and plenty scary. I love the thrill of being frozen in fear, fighting an anxiety attack; but I love more my friends who were willing to hold my hands, and my arms, and shelter me from the ghouls and black figures. We were in a group of nine, and the workers knew who the scared girl was-- so then tended to shadow me. Despite my pulling, pushing, and throbbing, I think everyone had a good time! It was a night of good stories at least!
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