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A Night at Universal Studios Halloween Horrors Nights

Zombies or ghosts? Werewolves or witches? Skeletons or mummies? They were all there that one night. It was a moonless dark night at Universal. I was about to enjoy myself at Universal Halloween Horrors Nights. I already knew that everything was fake and it was meant to scare you but everything changed Thursday night.

I had just gone through the “Walking Dead No Safe Haven” house when I smelled the warm aroma of delectable French fries. Then I noticed a vending booth selling fried potato on a stick. Something called a “twisted potato.” I bought a sea salt flavored one. It was a stick with a potato that has been curled down the stick. It was then fried in oil, then flavored with salt. I took a gigantic bite of this newly found treat. It tasted like heaven on a stick. It was crunchy but smooth. Then I felt the whole world change around me. Then darkness…

I awoke with a start that something had gone wrong. I had no clue where I was, I just knew I was lying on something smooth yet rough like concrete. I vaguely remember the time being 9:00. I looked at my watch and saw it was 3:00 in the morning. Where had the time gone? Did it go down the spiral of the potato fry? Or did time fly? Then I remembered I had passed out at Universal. Why hadn’t the janitors messed with me or the workers? Why wasn’t I in a hospital or somewhere getting checked up on? All the questions were swimming in my mind. I decided to walk and get a hold of my surroundings. Then I saw something or someone moving.

The moving was inhuman, it reminded me of the Walking Dead or the movie Evil Dead. Both were haunted houses this year, so I wondered if it was an employee. I called out hoping this wasn’t a dream and I was not going to be attacked. If this were a dream, I wondered if I was to get killed would my body get killed, in the real world? Kind of like the book Kingdom Keepers. Except Kingdom Keepers was at Disney and I was at Universal. The inhuman thing looked up. Its face looked like it had been dead for eons. His I mean her clothes were ripped and had tons of old dried blood on them. Somehow I knew this was real.

The walker wearily walked toward me. I turned and blindly ran like there was no tomorrow. I ran into a storage house and felt an instant hit of a rotting smell. It smelled like a warehouse that has been storing meat for months with no air-conditioner. I did not dare turn around and run out because of the thing chasing me. I spotted an RV and instantly knew “I was in the Walking Dead No Safe Haven” haunted house. Did I dare venture farther through this house and encounter more problems or should I turn back around and run. Then I heard the thing running. No time to think I hopped into the RV.

I knew I had to lock the RV and not make the same mistake as Jimmy did in season 2. The thing outside was walking around the RV studying it. Now I just had to wait it out and think. The time was now 3:10, six hours and 10 minutes since I passed out. I remember I had a map on me, I pulled it out to look where I was. This was no joke, everything in Universal was out to kill. But was it a dream? There are two place where this … this walker could have came from. The building that I was in now or the “Evil Dead” haunted house. I looked out the window. This walker looked familiar. She looked like that girl that died near the RV. What was it … Patricia. I looked back and I saw Jimmy where he died in season 2. I acted fast because I remembered if you do not kill the brains of the dead they do not die. I found a brick and I bashed it in the head. Trying to destroy his skull and brain. The blood splattered all over as I did it. Now how to escape?

I quickly found the answer by finding a ladder to the top of the RV. The walker looked at me in interest as I dragged Jimmy up. I tell myself I only have a little bit of time before this thing goes after me. I drop Jimmy on the walker and start running. I ran by a whole bunch of walkers. Thank god that none of them had taken any notice of me. But I hear that one walker chasing me. Out of the corner of my eye I see a double barreled shotgun. I grabbed it without hesitation and turned around and shot. I looked and saw the walker basically blown up at my feat. I saw the exit and started running because I’m sure the sound would attract more walkers that would want fresh meat.

I looked to my right and saw the entrance to the closest haunted house. This one is called “Urban Legends La Llorona.” I decide that if she killed her child. I’m sure she can kill me just as easy. I turn left forgetting the exit is right of Universal. As I run I hear carnival music. I looked and saw that the Simpsons ride was open. I decided not to take my chances of freefalling my way to my death. I turn right into a warehouse thinking if my pursers kept chasing me and they could not find me, they would get bored and leave.

I hear electricity from like an old movie. I keep seeing a flickering glow of light then I see a chair. Not just any chair. An electrical chair itching to kill. I have no idea which house this is, but I did not dare look at the map. Then the chair turned. Sitting in it was a dead man. He looked like he had been electrocuted in one of those comedy movies. The smell of burning hair now arose with each spark that went off. Were the electric wires dancing? I had to run because I felt my mind getting fuzzy. I continued and saw torture chambers but nobody in them.

I got out of the house worried that some inmates had taken a midnight stroll. Still having the shotgun in hand with one more shot I started walking. I come upon the revenge of the mummy ride and took a little break. I saw some mummies from the ride starting to walk toward me calling out BRAINZ! Everything is out to get me! I got up and run toward the exit steering clear from the haunted houses. I get to the gate and they are bolted and chained shut. I tried to touch a bar and see if I can climb up it. Instantly I was rejected with a shock. I took the risk and try shooting the chain with the shotgun. They made contact but they were just harmlessly deflected or dented the chain. I decided one of these haunted houses must have a secret exit. I start with the closest one “The Cabin in The Woods.”

At first it was a facility testing lab. The room shifted into the woods where a cabin sat. There were zombies but I had a feeling my answer to get out is in this haunted house. I became as sneaky as possible and got into the house. I looked in the cabin looking for zombies and monsters alike but find nothing. Maybe the basement… the basement smelled old and musty with a strong smell of mildew. Still nothing but a lonely book. Could this book lead me home? The book looked like it had been there for ages. Inside it talked about farming.

Farming… what did farming have to do with anything? A book about farming in a zombie apocalypse was as useless as a gun with no ammo. It’s the only thing in the basement, but still why farming? It’s time to run out because if zombies were real could the old gods be?

Running out thinking the zombies from the cabin in the woods were going to chase me. Lucky me they paid no attention. Next house was “Resident Evil,” but the smell of something delicious. Something fried, something that could be eaten. Then I remember the twisted potato on a stick.

It was coming right from the “Evil Dead” haunted house. Now the book made sense. It was giving me a hint, I needed to find a potato to return back. Great now I just had to face some zombies eat a potato and wabam I would get home or wake up from being unconscious

The “Evil Dead” also smelled like the Walking Dead. The smell of rotting meat but mixed in with fried potato. Now where would a potato be? Would it also be in the cabin or in a stall selling potatoes? I wouldn’t think there would be a stall in the middle of the woods. Time to find that cabin and maybe a weapon to defend myself.

I made it to the cabin. No sign of zombies anywhere. Inside the cabin it is just like any other wood cabin, out in the middle of nowhere in the woods. I find myself a crowbar lying around to defend myself from a sudden attack. In the middle of the kitchen was the twisted potato. I grab it and the ground shakes all around me. Suddenly zombies and skeletons alike emerge from the ground. I hear the sound of a wolf, maybe the werewolf from an “American Werewolf in London.” The sound of female laughter in the air. No time! I had to eat this potato!

Just like last time darkness… and more darkness, but this time I could fell me moving. As if my particles were being transported. Then suddenly I am in my room. I still have the book and crowbar on me. I felt as hyper as a jack rabbit. I also felt as faint as an owl after they eat. My cloths where dirty from zombie guts and blood but I was still unhurt. I looked at the book again and this time it tells me “Beware potatoes are magical vegetables! Try to avoid if possible!” The horror of it, I will never be able to eat fantastic fabulous French fried potatoes again.