My friend Carolyn (doesitevermatter) had asked her readers if we had any scary event worth mentioning on these pages. I thought of my one time… the first and the last of that kind.
Halloween to me, meant little kids going door to door, holding their little bags for candy. All of them in fancy or ghoulish get-ups. I was in my first or second year of residency, and I had returned home one evening, really tired and all I wanted to do was hit the bed. My husband and neighbors decided that since it was Halloween time, they would go to a haunted house. Much against my wish, they dragged me along that night.
It was an experience of my life time, to see all the zombies, hideous and frightening all over the place, not to speak of the different noises and screams that were coming from different corners of the “haunted house.”
Mohamed was beside me, and on and off, he would hold my hand when I got too scared. Bill and Jodi were immediately behind us. I saw a really gory scene in front of me and I started talking to M, saying, ” look how frightening this is. How can people enjoy this?” and stuff like that. I heard M saying ‘unh hunh’, and ‘yeah’, and suddenly I heard my name. Someone was calling me from the back of the room. “Zakiah, Zakiah”, and I told M, my God, someone is calling me and the voice sounds like yours, again, he said ‘unh hunh’. After about ten or fifteen seconds of listening to my name I turned to address M, and I saw instead, a zombie at my side and Mohamed no where in sight.
You have never heard blood curdling screams that came out of me like that in all your life. The guy got scared, and said, ‘it’s fine, it’s okay, don’t be scared’, and then I turned to look behind me, and my husband and the neighbors were standing away, laughing like ijjets! OMG!
That was the first and the last time I went near a haunted house. I don’t know how I got out of that place, and got home. I have never been more scared in my life.