26 years old and i cried to my dad,
I went to Nightmare Realm in Dublin.
It was good, got my screaming a few times…until the inevitable happened.
And at 26 years old. I burst into tears. I still feel betrayed by myself.
I’m the type of person who would throw a punch before asking questions.
Okay, maybe it was the heightened senses, that I knew what I was in for, the type of people I went in that I ended up wanting to enjoy it and that I knew I could punch the motherfuckers if I wanted to.
I got through it all as usual, running screaming…but not like scared shitless that I’m sweating.
That didn’t happen till we were nearly done…thank god.
I wasn’t expecting it, probably the reason behind the reaction I had. I was enjoying it screaming and yelling along with all the silly scares and frights of the attractions.
Then I turned a corner.
A clown. Not just an oridinary clown [which is bad enough] but a sinister one. This is the one thing that has annoyed me since. I’m a very ‘do not screw with me I’ll break your nose’ type of person. This clown popped up. I cant even tell you what he looked like, all I know he had ruffles around his neck and probably red hair but a sinister smile.
I fucking cried. Not only did I cry…but I ran to my dad and burried my face into him while sobbing my heart out.