When I was 13 years old my family took me to a haunted house in an old armory. When we got there I was already terrified because I had heard that it was suppose to be one of the scariest haunted houses in our state.
We waited in line for what seemed like forever! Just a few minutes after entering the building I kept hearing people whispering my name. At first I accused my family of doing it to try to scare me. Upon entering the next room I realized that the voices chanting my name wasn’t them. I was scared to death!
Where where the voices coming from and how did they know my name? I started freaking out and begged my mother to find the nearest exit. She was laughing at me and I couldn’t figure out why. Why were all these voices taunting me? I was so glad when we finally got to exit and I was shaking all over.
Once I finally got a grip I felt really stupid because I realized that I had on my school jacket with my name in huge letters on the back! The blacklights in the haunted house made my name glow. Right then I realized how they knew my name. I still laugh about it today.