BY SA’MYA HARRIS Southwest High School student

Psychotic patients, evil nuns, chainsaw-wielding clowns are all of the things thrill-seekers want to see. Last year, I had the opportunity to volunteer at the 3rd Annual Haunted House on the NAF El Centro Air Facility Base.

This year, I decided to do yet another haunted house at McCabe Elementary School because it serves as a creative outlet where I am able to have the joy of scaring young children.

As part of a community service project with my fellow youth group, I had the pleasure of volunteering at the Navy Base’s annual haunted house. While I didn’t actually set up, I had a great time being the scarer as opposed to the scaree.

Arriving about two hours before, I prepared by changing into my all black costume garments and applying my white, creamy face makeup, paired with excessive black lipstick and eyeliner.

I spent the rest of the night crouched in dark corners of a mirror room, only to appear when customers walked through with creepy comments of “ Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” or singing “ They’re gonna get you.”

The joy of seeing the horrified faces of not only young children but adults as well had a huge impact on why I decided to do another one.

Arriving at McCabe at 5 p.m., I was ready to start the process. First makeup; dark circles under my eyes, black veins on my neck, bruises on my forehead, and cracked lips. Check. Next, choosing the right costume. A tattered pair of grey scrubs sprinkled with blood. Check. Finally getting into character and taking on the role. At 6 p.m., it all began.

I spent the night crawling and corning children as I gave menacing stares that made it appear as if I saw into their souls. After three hours of being trampled, stepped on and cursed at, I was ready to go home and relax.

Reflecting on my night as I lay to sleep that night, I found the words of one terrified young dark-haired girl lingering with me, “Excuse me, ma’am, will you let me by. I have to be home by nine.”

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