Since I was a youngster I have been a fan of horror movies. My mother considered it an unhealthy obsession but to me it was pure entertainment. But when it came to seeing horror live in person like at a haunted house at Halloween I would have no part of it. After a few attempts of going to haunted houses with every attempt unsuccessful I swore off going to one. Throughout my teenage years I was successful at avoiding my fear of haunted houses. If an opportunity came up to go I would politely bow out gracefully.

In October of 1993 my friends and I decided to go to Louisville Kentucky for weekend to have some fun and go to a concert. Little did I know at the beginning of the trip what was planned for that fateful weekend. Louisville had a very popular haunted attraction called the haunted woods. The admission price to go through the haunted woods was $40.00. If you successfully made it through the woods you would receive half of your money back. When my friends told me we were going to the haunted woods I pitched a fit and refused to go. Despite my constant complaint, griping and swearing I was fighting a losing battle and was unable to change their minds. I was out voted and had to go.

When we arrived to the location I was already pale white with fear. While tying to psyche myself up to the woods I tried to convince myself that this would be a good way to face my fear and come out victorious. Still racked by fear I reluctantly paid my $40.00 fine to the ticket clerk and held on to my friend Anita for deal life as we entered the woods. At first the journey wasn’t too bad only a few things jumped out of the dark that scared me. We were half was through the woods when a suddenly everything became quite. The next thing I knew I hear the sound of a chainsaw starting up right directly behind me. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

I was getting ready to make a run for it when something came up behind me and grabbed me on my side. A panic of utter fear rushed through every being of my body and instead of running all I could do was stand there and pee all over myself. To me this was the last straw and I was more than willing to forfeit my $20.00 reward and get the hell out of that place. I found myself an escort out of the woods and to the safety of my car. It has been fourteen years since that incident and from that time I have never darkened the door of a haunted house, woods or anything that starts with the word haunted. To this day among my circle of friends I am still know as a little pisser.