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I looooooooove haunted houses. Outside haunted trails kinda freak me out a bit, though.
Something else that freaks me out? Clowns. Yeah, fine, it's a cliche. I don't care.
So, one year, I went to the local haunted trail with my family (mom, brother, stepdad, aunt, cousins.) There was a part of the trail dedicated to clowns. I kept my head down & my eyes closed, and got through it. I was completely unaware that while walking through, my stepdad told one of the sadist trail workers, "hey, she HATES clowns." When we got past the clown part, I turned around to say something to my stepdad, and instead of his friendly face.....there was a painted one with a wig. I screamed. A lot.
The damn guy followed me through the entire rest of the trail. Stupid clown.
(much as I was pissed at the time...in retrospect, fine, it was funny.)
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