I’ve always wanted to spend Halloween with my friends, but every year they go to the 13th floor. The 13th floor is a haunted house. Most people are scared of haunted houses, but I’m more scared of the number 13. I never had my 13th birthday, and I’ve never left the safety of my house on Friday the 13th. 13 just isn’t the number for me, but this year my closest friend is trying to get me to go. Zach said, “I’ll be right there with you the whole time. I won’t let anything happen to you. Don’t you trust me.” I always respond with, “I trust you, just not the number 13, or anything that has to do with it.”, then he always laughs at me. This year was different. When we talked I told him, “If you stay with me the whole time then I would go.” He agreed and I finally was going to go. Zach drove us over there, I sat up front, and Hannah, Taylor, Bailey, and Jayce rode in the back. We got there and there was 3 different routes you could take to get through the house, so we split into teams, and we all took different paths. Each path has different things to scare you so they said choose your partner wisely. Zack chose me, Jayce chose Hannah, and Taylor chose Bailey. Me and Zach headed in I was staying really close to him, I had been all night, but now I was staying really close. People dressed in costumes started popping out at us from every angle, I was a little scared but so far I could handle it. We kept going and things got a little bit more scary. At one point one of the clowns got so scary one of the actors was scared. I got closer to Zach and he said, “If your scared you can hold my hand.”, and before he could finish saying it I was holding his hand. I was really starting to get creeped out when all of the sudden a light fell from the roof and landed right beside me, I screamed. I grabbed on to Zach and rapped him in my arms. I said, “Zach this isn’t fun anymore. I wanna get out of here. Please take me home.” He said, “It’s gonna be ok. I’ll keep you safe just stay close to me.” I wouldn’t let go of him. We kept walking, but it was a little bit faster than before. Zach kept talking me through it. He was so worried about getting me out of there that he didn’t realize there was a trip wire, we fell, he broke the fall. I helped him up but he was limping. I knew he was in pain, but he kept pushing to get out of there. We made it all the way to the exit all we had to do was open the door when another light fell from the ceiling. I pushed him out of the way, but it landed on my leg. The glass covering shattered, the bulb busted, and the glass cut deep. Zach picked the light off my leg and pulled out a piece or two of glass. After that he picked me up and toted me through the exit, we were the first ones there. We texted everyone else that we would meet them at the car, Zach had a first aid kit there, and we both could use it, so we headed back. We got in the car and he said, “Open the clove department, the first aid kit is in there. After you get it give me your hurt leg and I’ll rap it for you.” I did what he said, and he rapped my leg and then I rapped his ankle, I think it was sprained, but I’m not a doctor. I’m a few minutes everyone else was at the car. Zach asked, “Can someone else please drive us home?”, everyone was confused so we explained what happened. Me and Zach ended sitting in the back and I said, “I went and I guess 13 really is a bad number for me.” He smiled and said, “Even though I got hurt I’m still glad that I got to spend time with you.” I said, “Me too, maybe we could do it again sometime? But this time no 13, or injuries.” He agreed and smiled at me the whole way home.