Halloween is a big deal in the U.S., with decorated houses, a mad rush to get the right costume and many holiday-themed events being put on.
A group of us went to the Haunted Forest experience at Algonkian Regional Park. I picked up one of the girls, whom I had not yet met, and we rode in the dark far away to an even darker park. We waited in line. We entered the Haunted Forest through the belly of an evil-looking clown.
I have never been so oddly scared before. I knew the ghouls and zombies and serial killers coming at us out of the darkness were actors and not once did any of them actually touch us really. But the darkness, the forest at night, the previously-watched horror films made it hard not to scream. Not to shout out in fear. Not to jump from fright. Not to be scared.
The girl and I frantically held each other’s hand the whole half hour.