How Watching The Conjuring: Last Rites Inspired Me to Face a Haunted House

How Watching The Conjuring: Last Rites Inspired Me to Face a Haunted House

It's part of what makes entertainment enjoyable. Some people find excitement in gothic themes and real-life horror experiences. I'm not typically one of those people, but after watching the movie "The Conjuring: Last Rites" in the cinema, I felt confident enough to visit a haunted house. I bought my ticket and went in with my friends, thinking it would be all fake, and that we would just have fun and laugh. However, my experience was completely the opposite. Once I entered the haunted house, I lost my senses and felt everything was real. I truly appreciated the effort of the team that designed and created the experience in the haunted house.

Anyhow, I found myself in the first room, where I saw all the body organs cut and bloodied. I cried because I wanted to leave this game and escape this house. Looking back on that situation makes me laugh, but I laugh because they fooled me. My friends dared me to cross this room, which was dimly lit with red light. Suddenly, I saw a ghost behind me, and I started to panic. I wanted to leave immediately; I couldn't bear the haunted atmosphere, but they urged me to go on.

When I entered the second room, it was organized like a village. The ghost from the previous room was still following me. I hurriedly crossed through the second room, only to find that the third room was a medical room, where a new ghost stood in front of me. It made noise and appeared right in front of me.

I hurried ahead and saw a statue sitting in that place. Suddenly, ghost rose up and started to scare me. I ran away from there and ended up in the third room, which resembled a hospital operating theater. A body lay on a stretcher, and there was blood everywhere. There were no ghosts in that room, so I quickly ran to the fourth room, where I found a door. As I tried to open it, a ghost appeared on the right side of the door and blocked my way. I was afraid and unsure of how to open the door. I attempted three times, and finally, the ghost allowed me to open it, and I quickly exited.

My journey lasted about 15 minutes. When I came out of the house, I was sweating, and when I looked at my friends, I laughed. Their expressions told me they thought I was mad and overreacting.

The experience was wonderful when I reflect on my memories. However, a question arose in my mind: What is hell? I believe I encountered something real on Earth that felt disconnected from reality. When I arrived at the house, I did my best to document my thoughts, but in that moment, I felt like I had lost my mind. My fear of losing my mobile phone made me cling to it tightly, which is why I didn’t record my memories for my audience. I hope my readers can understand my situation.

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