When I opened the door there was a creak, I moved down the corridor unsure of what was about to happen; it was a very quiet whisper and I couldn't make out the words. I froze in the middle of the hallway ready to run for my life; a shiver ran down my spine and I felt like someone was watching me. It wasn't a reassuring feeling, I was hoping that one of my cousins ​​would come and save me from this nightmare and then fear hit me in an unusual way. I finally discovered a lantern attached to the bare walls but it was still very dark in the room, a man in a hockey mask with a chainsaw approached me, the pupils of my eyes narrowed; I ran out the door and back down the long path. I stood there anxiously waiting for a familiar face to help me escape from this room, I paced up and down and decided to walk straight and not look back, I felt the presence of someone lurking around me, and he touched the tip of my hand. I let out a sharp scream and jumped back in horror, as I moved stealthily in the darkness I saw bodies of the deceased hanging from a rope, I regretted forever considering this exhibition, I wanted to console myself by believing that it was just a production scene but I couldn't. I heard running footsteps and someone calling my name; I gave a sign of relief and hugged my cousin, she noticed that after leaving the room I had remained behind and arrived at the