I almost died two weeks ago. That’s not something one says to themselves often. Well, I guess I’m unique in that sense. What happened took place on Halloween night. We was just trying to have a fun night and do normal teenage things. It was me, Bobby, and Alex. Alex was driving since he has his license. We was blasting the radio. Tequila by the Champs was playing, our favorite song. We were all cranked for that night. We thought it’d be swell; a guys’ night. You know, what happened that night isn’t very common these here days. It’s 1959 after all.

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"Bobby, quit bein’ such an ankle-biter," Alex said keeping his eyes on the open road and corn fields. "I ain’t being no such thing," Bobby replied fumed up from Alex’s comment. "I ain’t afraid of no spook house." I just sat there listening to my best buds argue as usual. "It’s a spook MAZE," I corrected Bobby. "It ain’t no spook house."
"What’s eating at your trousers, Frank?" Alex asked me as if he was acting normal. "Cool it." It was hard for me to cool it. My girl, Jeannie, had broken my heart the day before. "I just wanna forget about Jeannie tonight. I don’t wanna be no party pooper." "Don’t sweat it," Bobby turned to me. "We’ll have a good ol’ swell time tonight in.. Uh, where are we?" "Well," Alex stated calmly. "Looks to me like Nowheresville. Butdon’t sweat it, we’re here." The spook maze looked scary as all hell. It was out in the middle of God know’s where at a deserted farm. Big ol’ vines were growing on the crimson barn’s siding. The spook maze was inside that good for nothing barn. The clouds outside were starting to appear and the sky was a gloomy black. This joint looked deserted like no one had been here in years. My buds and I were ready for a good ol’ scare. You know, when I think of this part of what happened I always think of that cliche saying. I think it’s be careful what you wish for? Yeah, it’s that-a one.

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a horror story =part of what i wrote. it's for school. favorite if you like it.