I survived Double M's Haunted Hayride

I am very easily scared, especially around Halloween.  You can bet that any kind of movie that features blood seeking murderers, revenge loving ghosts, or weird inbred creatures will freak me out.  However, as scary as they are, I know they aren't real.  Granted, blood seeking murderers still lurk around out there, but not the way they are portrayed in movies.  For the Halloween spirit, various venders like to set up haunted houses, hayrides, and mazes, which I had the fortune of going to tonight.  I've been to many before, and they all have the same setup.  Some have hayride that you wait a while to get on which is followed with some sort of maze or haunted house (or in my case, both).  A lot of others combine different elements together to try to make it scary too.  I personally love the actors who walk around through the lines.  They don't scare me at all  (nope, not at all).  My friends and I decided to go to MM Haunted Hayrides in Ballston Spa (coincidently the same place where the maze was, but not anywhere near it really).  The advertisements on the radio sparked our interest weeks ago. The hayride was a perfect length, featuring many different spots along the trail with scary music and characters running after you (like Michael Meyers.  I loved it when he came after us with a knife.)  However, inevitably, there were people on our wagon that really needed to be pushed off.  It's one thing to be scared, and believe me, we were scared.  We screamed at a lot of stupid petty stuff.  But when  a group of high schoolers jump on and start saying things like, "Hug Me!" and, "Pound it!" to every person that ran along, it's taking it to a whole new level.  I sat there thinking for most of the ride about the amount of trouble I would be in if I pushed them off. Not only did I have to listen to that, but a lot of the times, the people who were scaring us didn't want to get anywhere near them, and I had to sit next to them!  I was still scared though, which definitely made it worth it.  

After the hayride, a "maze" followed.  The maze wasn't an actual maze, but it was still fun to go through.  It featured a redneck wedding, complete with a bride tied down to a bed and a woman who tried to convince me to use the cardboard toilet paper rolls as curlers.  I wasn't so much scared as I was entertained.  It seemed to be a sort of comic relief of sorts.

Then (cue the foreboding soundtrack), we approached the Haunted Manor.  Usually, these things are easy to get through.  They all have similar rooms and usually the people just jump out.  It all started to seem like that too, until, we reached the doctor's room, who was mercilessly cutting a girl into pieces.  After that point, we followed the path into the dark.  No lights.  No exit.  We knew we had to go forward, as scared as we were.  I've never held on, so dearly for my life, to my friend's jacket as I did during those few minutes.  We finally got out, screaming.  I saw the rest of the people outside, and from then on, I knew we'd be all right.