Murray: Memories of being scared … and scarred | Columnists

The next room involved a dinner party scene where the host was preparing to show his guests what he was serving to them. He reached to uncover the huge platter to show a REAL live person’s head! Two rooms into the house, and my little heart was beating out of my chest.

The third room was full of witches stirring their huge bubbling cauldron, cackling with delight as they chose people from the tour group to talk about. Since my dad was the assistant principal at the high school, he was pretty well-known in town, and to my horror, even the witches knew him! As they talked about my dad and his pretty little girls, I about lost my mind.

Fortunately, there was a “panic door” after this room that allowed people to exit the house before being led into an ominous pitch black hall, lit up only with a strobe light. I remember seeing what I thought were eyeballs hanging on strings from the…